When You Arrive

When You Arrive

It goes beyond excitement,
there is only knowing,

The throw of a dice,
says where you are going.

The concept of money
has no relevance.
Your memory,
like an elephants.

Synchronicities,
pass you right by,
but pure simplicity,
is what gets you high.


You could be washing up,
or doing the shopping,
but it feels like you're just,
doing nothing.


You adore the temperance,
having nothing to own.
To put it in one sentence,
you're in the zone.


Your consciousness,
a bright air balloon,
yet you don't even want this,
nothing comes too soon.


You're touching no wood,
yet despite this you float.
You've understood,
the cosmic joke.


No more tick-tock,
it's the end of all time.
You hit the spot,
every time.


You take a seat back,
in the directors chair,
you know where it's at,
it's everywhere.


Electrical vibes,
that pass through the celing.
You can't really describe,
that blissful feeling.


It becomes the norm,
getting so high.
Watch yourself being born,
and simultaneously die.


You see in pictures,
like a movie screen.
You couldn't feel richer,
if you were a queen.


Yet there's nothing that matters.
Nothing has worth.
You're just an actor,
on this beautiful Earth.


You're aware of your aura,
as it radiates.
You're in Euphoria,
at Heavens Gate.


You're totally detached,
you could let it all fray.
You hold nothing back,
you take nothing away.


Your past serves as a reference,
people come and go.
Nothing's an effort,
it all runs in a flow.


Your ego melts,
you're in touch with the stars.
You find yourself,
you don't know who you are.


Everyone's equal,
who sits under the sun.
You're a million people,
rolled into one.


Love is the habit,
but you're addicted to bliss.
Could this be magic?
You blow the whole world a kiss.


Everything's happening,
while you're standing still.
You could hand it in,
any moment at will.


You're not even a part,
of the events going on.
Life is an art,
and each moment's a song.


Too good to imagine,
you can barely speak.
A perceptual orgasm,
at its very peak.


Nothing need be altered,
it smoothly runs.
Everything you thought you were,
you become.


You make no more faults,
just manifestations,
of your highest thoughts,
and aspirations.


That's ecstasy,
that's what keeps me alive.
& I guess I'll see you,
when our you arrive.