Psyche The Magical Butterfly... I’m not here, I know you’re looking at a body, I know you’re looking at smiling eyes, I know you feel a presence that makes you feel good inside, but it’s not me; I’m gone and something else now grows In that secret inner space left So dark, so fertile, and so green I don’t know what happened, Maybe I prayed too hard, And fell right through the line Into the land of ancestors, right into The womb of dreams. It’s not like I’ve died, I’ve just said goodbye To an old worried attachment: I used to know things, I used to live in a land of ideas, (and now I nest in flesh, blood, and bone, And don’t know a damn thing).

Posted by The Mystics Oracle at 2023-03-28 02:46:01 UTC