RECEPTIVE DISCIPLES: reflections on a second journey through the georgetown psych ward

hospitalized for the umpteenth time–i medicate my mind while i relax and unwind
confined in these walls–in the georgetown psych ward

visited by karmic angels i have loved and adored
fire is a force: a living act of entropy–fueled by wax and oxygen–or by proto-manic gasoline
within these walls so much healing takes place
psychic visions cohere–psychic trauma is erased…

emotional war is a god–voraciously feeding on our souls
its a never ending story–an epic poem of ancient peoples that steadily deepens and never grows old

interstellar battles between genius and madness–between the sane and the psychotic
emotional bullets pierce our auras with steel–my meditation grows fierce and hypnotic

light and dark–decoded or secret
the power of gnosis grows ever deeper
love and rage–hope and pain

sacred truth is my mistress and i am her seeker
the psychic alchemy we practice is the foundation of a nascent liberatory matrix
the neurochemistry we conjure forges the dna of a borderless bypo nation

easing anxiety and depression while piercing the blinding fog of self deception
we are an ad-hoc family united by common demons
we have each other’s backs
we heal our pain while our minds are dreaming

these places of healing could be so much more if psychospiritual struggles were not stigmatized
we are anarchist ninja waging a karmic war–seeking to tame the dragons writhing deep inside
we are a newborn tribe forged instantaneously–a miraculous birth of intentional community
we speak the truth and buff the lies–allowing our inner phoenix to fly free
i am newly receptive to communal engagement–newly receptive to the angel of sleep

we are disciples of a neo-gramscian revelation
forging a praxis that rises high but is rooted deep
disciples of karma are forged in the georgetown psych ward
disciples of friendship and sharing: enemies of guilt and shame

we imagine the architectural skeleton of a collectivist society
finely crafted on the anvil of intense emotional pain
liberation comes to those who struggle–joy comes to those who cry
receptive disciples build a matrix of love that can sustain our souls
from the day we are reborn to the day we finally die