The magic of mushrooms

And then when it started about half an hour later,
We are all shining bright, our existence just greater.
Like our childhood, when the world was full of delight.
We could be birds on a flight,
Or just dance round and round under the fan
No questions like why? No notion of when.

Outside, the trees, few, had turned again
To forests wild and large, that once had been.  
(And the night sky was full of dreams), of slow shooting stars and a shiny train,
The kind of dreams that the human race had never seen.

And then I left the rest and got on the shiny train of thoughts
Away I went, to a far off land, where everyone’s free.
Where the physical and material give way to consciousness and thoughts,
And the need for companionship and attachment had just left me be.

And I was blissful and happy, happiness of the kind about which I’d just read,
My person, kam, krodh, lobh, moh and maya were as good as dead.
And from one thought to another I dreamt through dreams,
Like in green islands with little hills, from which flow clear as crystal streams.