Getting High
Don’t be afraid to get high.
Take the chance whenever it presents itself and get high on passion, on poetry, music, and art.
Get drunk on nature, on silence, on the sunrise and sunset, on sensuality and sex.
Get lit on the moon and lost in the stars.
Sip with equal ardor the divine and the mundane alike.
Let your inhibitions go. Drop the defenses.
Live in the moment, with no motes to cross and no walls to scale before you can allow yourself to become lost – lost in your senses, in your heart, in the world, in your mind.
If you want to make the most of this life, you have to feel it fully, to inhale it deeply, to drink with abandon.
And most of all don’t be afraid to leave it, those psychedelic trips where you rise through the stars and the other worlds beyond
You can’t be afraid to get high.
Do you remember when?
As children we speak the language of the flowers and understand the whispers of the wind.
We’re in tune with the subtle songs of the forest the giggles of the fae. We listen to the trees, interpret the chatter of the rivers, and intuit the meaning of each sparkle of the sun.
When did we choose to forget?
Like the subtle spark from embers of a fire that once was, that child who could hear the sounds of the forest and see the magic in the world, still lives within us all, waiting only for the right breeze to blow through and set it aflame once again.
And to relight that fire and unlock the ancient spirit hidden within its heat, all we need to do is remember, remember, remember.
