Salvia logic

How can these shoes be a barrier to the Divine?
and this very pen and paper.
as long as there is breath and consciousness.

The ego departed
flying out of the window
in cosmic swirls of pink and purple . . .
it flew back softly
but leaves with every ponderous breath.
Where does poetry come from?
The words assembling into pure thought sculptures,
incantations arising from the unknown.
Spontaneity! Consciousness!