Me-scalineMature

 

I reject myself

I don’t

then I do again

and then….a flash of acceptance

Suddenly realising

it was the teacher

who subdued me

with love…Strange!

A plant, a chemical

Knew somehow..

The Ego I felt before

was gone

Inside?

Just me, just me. The real me.

The bad trip was, after all

Good.

Instructive.

Discipline in a strange world.

A strange kind of discipline.

Now I know You

and You know me

Thank You.

The End

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