Green Smoke Dead Goat

the room filled with green smoke
dazed eyes and a lame joke
he's laughing as i choke
replied as though I spoke
"the white light's in one toke"
that's one view of some folk
blood filling in my throat

An alter and dead goat...
the pre and the post
interchanged, human host
the teaching's been twisted
the process they missed it!
its a state, not a stage
when you smile through rage,
tone down excitement,
or deny that you hate.
when your shadow's untended
you're oh so offended
when private gets public
your not so transcended.
what is this need
that you wish to succeed
and deny that you bleed,
that you sleep, and you feed?
"all levels all lines..."
means soon you will find
you must achknowledge what's there
or accept that you're blind.

inspired by something my father said at a talk he gave about emotions and spirituality.
"you cannot transend, what you can't differentiate"
-doug tataryn