'There is a high in presence.
One, unmatched by a glass of wine or sip of Whiskey.
A sweet humbling, effortless high in silence.
Gazing up at light poking through the trees.
Peering down at muddy boots, adventuring through fields unseen.
There is a high when you stop and look, when you hear a rustle in the bushes.
When you wave your arms like a bird in shadows.
I feel the same high when I hold my palm to my favourite tree and breathe.
Lean and witness the view of rolling nothingness that the tree has absorbed for hundreds of years.
I seek this high when the world becomes too grand, too scary.
I take my hit when I need to return to ground.
When this mind becomes too complicated, when my thoughts betray me.
Cracking fingertips will not hold on to this dark and messy view of a life.
My high in a sanctuary of choice and honest behaviour.
Raising vibrations through a powerful voice of only love, can this high be obtained and remain.
In magic we notice a life worth living.
Being apart of a simpler plan designed for you.
Divulged by only you.
In grace we stand, smiling, forever high.'