I've come to a place, where my inner world becomes completely silent, and all i'm left with is the moment,
pure, untarnished by expectation and judgment.
I still strive, i still toil and tangle and scrape my knee, but then...
i move back into the moment, and it all falls away.
This must be the allure of ayawaska or dmt
peeled like an onion, union with the divine self
yet its not such an epic spiritual event for me in these moments,
its just ordinary and simple, peaceful.
i'm no longer interested in small talk, or even big talk (whatever that is)...
and i whitness people i once connected with becoming antsy in the serenity i experience,
grasping to fill the gaps i relish in.
I recall being a great conversationalist, I remember long phone calls to lovers and friends.
But now i hear and i feel the power of words, and it seems most, even my most cherished kin, weild their tounges like drunken swordsmen, angry teens with shotguns, speaking reality into chaos.
Honestly, i'd rather get lost in silence with you,
allow time to loosen its grip and listen to what the universe whispers
in the chamber of our hearts.