A few nights ago, I watched a documentary on the use of DMT (the psychedelic Dimethyltryptamine, which is also found endogenously in our bodies and in all kinds of plant and animal beings) in controlled scientific experiments, during which the volunteers, to a person, reported “out-of-time” experiences, seeing angels, floating through stars, expanded consciousness, etc. I was never a big psychedelic drug taker, but with the use of music, I have had such experiences. I also have a client on the mildly psychotic spectrum who reports something similar in their experience of their schizophrenic hallucinations, and since I sincerely believe that we all carry the imprint of our celestial (as in big bang) origins, I have been given a sense of the profound beauty that we carry within us as a gift from our universal beginnings. This is my poetic response… (starway, gauzey, dearth are NOT mistakes!).
What is that truth that makes me whole?
Am I the stars, the sun, the moon?
Do angels sing along with my tune?
What are the shapes in my consciousness
When I float out of time in weightlessness?
I sing a song of colors in flight
Sailing through space on wings of light.
My heart lives in the rhythm of the universe
A drumbeat of blood rushing in a traverse
On the spiral starway of the galaxies.
I’m high on a glittery gauzey trapeze.
Within my body, each little part
was born a trillion years ago
when the universe exploded at its start.
Flowing through my soul’s synergy
are my ancestors, the stars,
creating my existence of electric energy.
I am the stars, the sun, the moon.
I am the mother of milky ways
within whom is born all love and compassion,
without which is never a transformation.
I am the energy from which all matter is birthed,
I am the light out of which comes wisdom,
I am the sounds of a musical prism,
I am the transcendence of fear, pain, and dearth.
I am the universe.
The Muses of Happiness 
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