a poem for all the trippers

whilst watching a terrence mckenna docusually i came across a poet named david whyte who is the first poet i had any interest in his words.
these words they just seemed to speak out to me.

That day I saw beneath dark clouds the passing light over the water, and I heard the voice of the world speak out. I knew then as I had before life is no passing memory of what has been nor the remaining pages of a great book waiting to be read. It is the opening of eyes long closed, it is the vision of far off things for the silence they hold. It is the heart after years of secret conversing speaking out loud In the clear air, it is moses in the desert fallen to his knees beneath the lit bush.
It is the man throwing away his shoes as if to enter heaven only to find himself astonished, open at last fallen in love with solid ground.

Idk I liked it.
documentary called prauge gnosis by terrence mckenna.
long live his spirit, may you be in bliss and happyness.

reply to post by pryed -eyed-one


Dose he have a lot?

To this I say..

And this very moment I'm king
In this very moment I slay Goliath with a sling
In this very moment I bring
Put it on everything
That I will retire with the ring

Wow. Very touching.

I feel very connected to these peoms