Meditation Highs by Ivan Guerrero Najera

Meditation Highs

Mornings approach without consent
And I wake up so early now
I'd make a world, make an attempt
To stretch my time somehow

The summer cicadas hide away
Chasing themselves into the ground
The moths break in and stay
The butterflies can't be found

The rain is cold, the smoke is thick
I sense the wisdom of my past
I'm told the truth a bit too quick
On clouds in shapes that never last

Recycled sunrises break dawn
And I break fast with a single date
A hazy day, these winds have blown
Are we too selfish, are we too late?

Breathe in the saturated haze
The heat is suffocating us
The rain is flooding all our days
With thunder making a violent pass

A forest fire miles away
Or two, or three, I cant keep up
The world a hologram, you say
We'll find dark energy and fall up

I'm told it's all inside my head
To let the light into my eyes
Exhale all of the air instead
Of hoarding meditation highs

by Ivan Guerrero Najera

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