Dreamquest

Mescaline skies dance across tranced eyes

The surge of somatic shock
plays hell with synaptic surrealism;

coursing, pulsing
through my everyday reality

to connect me to the medicine man,

Carlos Castenada

He calls and beckons with
skeletal fingers

and transfixes me
with a galactic gaze

to pull me through the translucent door
of insane delusion..
to the other dimension.

My guide pulls me briskly through the constraining hole of limitations.
He checks his pocket watch and speaks

The white rabbit says don't be a dormouse.

He says!

take a walk
talk a walk
live a walk

on the wild side.

I travel, I learn the rules and when to break them, I master various disciplines and forms of thought. I walk the shadows and in the light. I see evil and good as its own duality, and see structure and form and reason in chaos and destruction. In life I see its randomness and its immateriality.

Dreams and nightmares blend into each other. My separation in the day and night life drop away until I wonder which is which. I live my dream and have life in the world of the night.

I escape death by living it and living life by dying in it.

I am Johnny Planeswalker
I am Jim Morrison
I am Johnny Walker Black
I am the Green Man
I am the Grim reaper
in his guise of mortal existence

The shaman reeks of alcohol induced pride
as he staggers through to the other side
with a bottle of courage to keep his company
he teetotals existence to a nutshell

I am who I am!

I transcend fear
by becoming it.
I in meditative pose
see journey's end
in my shadowquest

Numbly,

caring not the consequences,
seeing not the distortions
knowing not the result

I dance
I dream
I deny
I dare

to partake of the Indian's
solitude
and sight

and the white man's
madness

The white rabbit changes form
melting into the darkened landscape

and reemerges
as the raven crowing

in human call
nevermore! nevermore!

I wake in the lap of SpiritMother
She is cradling my perspiring head
saying Nevermore! Nevermore!

will I take any man on this trip.