(Cannabis and Creative Cognition Series)
High above the silver-clothed bay
Selene rules.
She contemplates.
Several harbour islands
are black cutouts,
with scrub spruce
starkly standing guard.
The stars are dimmed
with respect,
and more than a little awe.
The scene evokes
Black light posters
from the psychedelic age:
lifetimes ago.
All is imbued with a surreal peace.
One can sense the subtle presence
of a Universal Vibration,
and feel the sympathetic harmonic
of belonging,
while remaining separate,
and unique.
There is the sense,
the feel, of a shimmering curtain,
the nearness of another reality,
singing its own cosmic song
in the glowing velvet night.
The night breeze exhales,
and the goddess smiles
as the bay breaks
into silvery shards
of eternity:
reflecting past changes,
under far different,
and distant,
moons.
