Meadow kingdom in the Summer wind,
Peyote clouds float on a sea of August skies,
For a moment beneath the shadows, I,
Sat in sweet rapture of a Summer season primeval,
Breath, hot wind, caress the mind 'neath Bodhisattva peaks,
A silent world filtered through golden rays of eternal sun,
I'm transfixed in green meadows under an orange void,
Like a child, lost in the deep wonder of the living world,
Seasons that stretch out laughing in a world that should have been,
I lay in meadows in the breeze,
Basking in a Summer sun psychedelic dream.