One Tasty Toadstool

One tasty toadstool, of unimaginable size,
Has brought the world, and all the cosmos, right before my eyes.

Such clarity’s a rarity, and most just cannot see,
How in truth, we can in fact, hallucinate reality.

So listen and I’ll tell you, what I have come to know with pride,
All that I have learned, upon my magic carpet ride.

Well, the way you move in space, leaves behind a hidden trace,
Of the heart you hold inside, and not the shadows where you hide.
The souls of men, revealed in time, without a button to rewind,
Are you so confident to say, you know and love, what you will find?
How bright the light illuminates, from the puritanic soul,
Tell me friend, do you still glow, or have you lost what use to show?

With good intentions, science mentions, that religion is a lie.
But with science, there's reliance, on imperfect human eyes.
Sometimes some things aren't seen in sight, known only to the heart.
No metaphoric allegory, that's the truth, at least a part.
So open up, inside to see, what no-mind understands:
That the true nature of God, can be found within our hands.

There's music playing all around, just waiting to be found.
But it takes more than ears to hear, the beauty of the sound.

The saddest song that ever played: the one with all the answered laid,
But only to be seen as strange, just silly words all rearranged.