Howl for the Sacred Molecule

In the spirit of Allen Ginsburg

I saw the best minds of my generation illuminated by lysergic visions, naked in the cosmic light, dragging themselves through mushroom forests looking for the infinite connection,

angelheaded hipsters burning for the ancient heavenly dissolution of ego in the machinery of night, who dissolved their boundaries in psilocybin cathedrals contemplating the eternal Om,

who sat in rooms full of incense and breathing exercises waiting for the DMT chrysanthemum to bloom behind their eyelids showing them the diamond truth of molecular consciousness,

who thanked the sacred cactus for peeling back the veil, blessed be the peyote, blessed be the ayahuasca vine twisting through Amazonian darkness carrying messages from plant intelligence to human soul,

thank you magic mushroom growing from cow dung and forest floor, you democratic teacher available to peasant and poet alike, growing freely in the fields of consciousness,

thank you LSD-25 discovered by accident in a Swiss laboratory, you microscopic key unlocking the doors of perception Huxley wrote about, showing us the mind is larger than we thought, infinitely larger,

thank you for the ego death, the cosmic rebirth, thank you for showing us we are not separate from the trees or the stars or each other, we are the universe experiencing itself,

thank you for the terror and the ecstasy, the difficult trips that taught us what we needed to learn, the beautiful trips that showed us paradise was always here,

and thank you for bringing us back, always back, to the ordinary world now seen extraordinary, the kitchen sink gleaming with divinity, our lover’s face suddenly recognized as God wearing a familiar mask,

holy the mushroom! holy the acid! holy the DMT! holy the mescaline! holy the door that opens! holy the mind that walks through!