standing still,
feeling its onset
slowly coming to take my mind
opening the doors of perception
propelled in like a moth into the flame
sucking me in.

begin to see infinity
beyond these walls of stone
unseen ‘scapes
revealing truths unknown
to this sober mind

spiraling down to
metatron’s cube
the flower revealed
an illusion so pure;
its appearance of real
deceiving all eyes
but the inner ones see beyond
these nine closed doors
unhurriedly cleansed one trip at a time