Michael LightBringer - PLANT TEACHERS

Here is your glass, she said
Now dance with the Vine of the Dead
We're breaking open your head
And a change of perception will spread
From our minds
Through human kind
The smoke will clear
And take with it fear
The darkness is only a place for the light
Rest my child, here comes the sight
The colors that swirl around our third
Life's a great journey then we get to die
Life's a great journey then we get to die

Yesterday is the day to find our sacred plant teachers
Yesterday is the day to find our sacred plant teachers
Brace ourselves, we must brace ourselves
It's never too late, oh it's never to late
To reach out to the plants and drink of life
Reach out to the plants

Our family is praying for our return
And they'll show us the lessons that we need to learn
Dominators try to hold their sway
But sweet sister cannabis sings all day
Cousin psilocybin wants to play
Grandfather peyote will show us the way
Grandmother Aya will help ease the pain
And Iboga will break all the chains that restrain
Our minds from the time
Before the spark of ego consumed
All of life in a fiery doom
It shackled our souls to the ownership tomb
But smoke and mirrors are the walls of this room
Smoke and mirrors are the walls of this room

Yesterday is the day to find our sacred plant teachers
Yesterday is the day to find our sacred plant teachers
Brace ourselves, we must brace ourselves
It's never too late, oh it's never to late
To reach out to the plants and drink of life
Reach out to the plants

We look to the quantum
It is what we will
A particle or a wave
Crashing on the sill
Of the door where we sit
In this quiet cafe
Tasting the sandwich
Of reality
On side's what we know
The sticks and the stones
The tangible the real
The sensations we feel
While the other slice
Science and Divine
Clasping their hands
Saying it's all in our minds
And the meat in the middle
Is the sweet piddle diddle
And the ocean of tears that flow
From the eyes of the curandero
And the fertile soil to sow
The seeds all bursting to grow
The seeds all aching to grow

Yesterday is the day to find our sacred plant teachers
Yesterday is the day to find our sacred plant teachers
Brace ourselves, we must brace ourselves
It's never too late, oh it's never to late
To reach out to the plants and drink of life
Reach out to the plants

Written by:
Michael Basil, Michael Julian

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