from this week in April, 2014 (I was 69)
Cannabis
for me has always been the
gatekeeper
the smoky entrance to doors
of perception
the mind changer that made
reality
of fantasy in the woods
and imaginings under the
stars
confirming the actualities
of existence
that put the daily grind in
perspective
And in that knowing time of
clarity
to write to paint to sculpt
to strum to dance to think
the obvious which is so
often invisible
in its own transparency
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