126. Bufo (Myshkin, 2021) · quatrains

The magic pill is here—God’s molecule, The one that turns your ego into mush, The nothing-everything, the vestibule, The promise you no longer have to push. In love with spirit (timeless, as am I), In love with fingernails and human skin, You see the whole, the how without a why, The infinite reflected from within. And then, when it’s been weeks since your last hit, When worries reappear and reaffirm, Find God again by learning how to sit! Let emptiness remember and confirm. What’s sweet is not to leave this world behind, But interweave God’s heart with human mind.