It was on a fateful evening in spring

That I indulged in a special feast:

Yes, it's of mushrooms that I sing.

Being eaten, the caps bequeathed

A chemical worthy of being king.

Into my veins was psilocin released;

I waited to see what it would bring.

I sure hoped I didn't turn into a beast.

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My worries were a tad premature.

Yet, the come up brought anxiety.

I knew these could be the cure

Of ailments of so many varieties.

But, in that moment I was sure

I was destined for certain calamity.

In time though there was a pure

Sense that I had left behind sobriety,

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And I had in fact not lost my mind.

Though, I felt I was visited by spirits

Who I knew in my heart were kind.

They showed me insights of merit;

To so many things I had been blind.

I thought it was a lot, I must admit.

Then it all clicked and I aligned

With the core all humans inherit:

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The heart, having direct communion

With God, who filled me with love.

It was like one great big reunion

With the force that reigns from above.

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I returned to Earth later that day

With a new head atop my shoulders.

It was spectacular, and if I can say

Next time I eat some, I'll be bolder.

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Because I feel this is a medicine

That can help humankind rise tall,

And against all foes we can win,

As long as we all heed the call

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To care for one another as family,

Which is why I wrote this plea:

Please love each other and be

The light of the great cosmic sea.