High thoughts
higher dreams,
elevation.
The physical plane
can’t clip my wings.
My flower
a gift to life
infinitely expanding, exploring,
floating along
my thought streams.
Nectar, so sweet
rare taste of magic…
Trying to imagine the whole of life
at its core
bends the mind almost achingly
a brute force majeure:
hurts so good, I can’t think –
only feel;
I see everything –
and want crave
more.
Kayfucius 