Rosher.Net

What if death is not a door
And nothing but our eyes are blind
But take a different way to see
The place we hide behind the space

If touching slightly to the blue
If treading to the scent of bells
Would cause us all to understand
The view we struggle to get to

The shaman who you disregard
From whom you turn with grim visage
Is perfectly aware that you
Reject the mushrooms strange effect

So give no thought to death at all
Stay strong and true and so alive
Inhabit only Earthly realms
You’ll find the truth when life unwinds.