Garden Walk on LSD.As we continue to invite in a consciousness that allows us to see beyond our 5 senses, we understand the beauty in all through mirrored reflections. This poem is written as a girl walking through a garden with her new love while holding hands. Their interlaced fingers create an intoxicating environment of fifth dimensional energy. “Garden Walk on LSD”, is a metaphoric representation of seeing things when in a state of love as a psychedelic experience. As each flower becomes alive, the girl awakens to the vibration of the garden mirroring her divinity. It’s in its final steps when she surrenders to oneness.

Stepping into a space where my spirit thrives
While effortlessly merging with its true beauty
I felt the garden bloom within

I’ve seen this place before
My spirit recognized its scent
I’ve heard this place before
My soul recognized its voice
But the winds carried away its lessons
As I wasn’t ready to take flight
I am here now
I am awake now

Hypnotic scents expanding my awareness
Allowing me to connect with its rawness
Leaving me feeling open, humble, and free
Mesmerizing Matilija’s transcended my inner voice
Exposing me to be bare, transparent, and unquestionable
Blanket Flower’s bestowed before me
As these are the true riches of life

Desert Palms pulsated my inner Goddess blood
Lavish Lavender left me feeling like “Alice in Wonderland”
While the Butterfly Garden satiated my butterflies within
Tranquilizing Tacoma’s told me to be still
As each vine whispered softly through my veins
“You are home now, You are home”

Seeing dimensions of colors beyond purple, pink, yellow, and Greens
Feeling the Copper King Gazania and Dwarf Periwinkle’s
While magnetically being drawn to the high vibrational roses
That mirrored the perfection of personified timelessness
And the pure beauty of their effortless sway

I no longer walk as a five sensory being
But as a multi-sensory adventurer
Making connections with all that is
Oozing with wonderment
I am here now
I am awake now

Running my fingers sensually across the contours of each Rose
Softly allowing my lips to brush against their petals
Her softness is a gift
Breathing in its erotic potency
I transcend to the place where I’m free to fly
Breathing out what is no longer of service
As I ever so graciously thank all that was for bringing me here Now

What I was seeking
Was seeking me
The colors, the smells, the sounds… all in perfect harmony
This garden is a gift
It showed me ways in which I thought I wasn’t
And am what wasn’t expected
Allowing me to slowly yet confidently unfold my feathered wings
Unapologetically taking flight

Breath
I am here
I am now
I am present
I am aware
I am awake
I am mindful
I am love
I am beauty
I am safe
I am free
I am you
You are the garden

-Dia Marie

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