When I get up in the morning — Make my coffee with Lion’s Mane — take my blood pressure meds & CBD oil — nothing has yet differentiated — There are no parts — only me
Soon mind moves — and the formulas start rolling — I dream of rice balls
The alchemical recipe for earlier sunrises catalyzes itself without my intervention
Without effort how will I ever know what part is me and what part is you
What part is me and what parts are you?
Early in the morning when you imbibe your drug of choice — cortisol — coffee or tea — does the world look in with its blue darting eyes?
Really? Me too! I’m glad in this world of parts and pieces we can come together
