The psychedelic moment,
when your heart trips on awareness.
Drinking deep, the ale of timelessness.
Knowing well, these words are an illusion, a geometrical dream of thought.
We are alive, but like a ghost disguised, haunted by the breath of hope.
I am haunted by the beauty of this moment, as it leaves my side.
A burst of color, I am born.
Can you feel me softly caress your face, as I fall like jasmine summer rain?
‘The Birth’