Psychoactively windy experience

Questions all in pieces on a psychoactively windy experience

Célestine asks:

for how long
it is possible to see
countably infinite gemstone trees in lapis lazuli?
isn’t it a surprising enigma,
that keeping,
weeping
Neptunian diamonds on Great Mother Gaia?

is this the melody
coming from the orchard fields on my cheeks?
couldn’t the complete freedom,
flex the minds
basically like the smoke of Bougainvillea and Blue Passion flowers ?

what to inhale?
divine syllable, the spellbinder
that is catched up
with the twelve druid arms of the escalated entity?

will the absolute story
behind every mountain
cover me up from obsolete identities,
are blow-ins really capable of
building a unison of headlights in the city where I live?

is admiration, seeing eye-to-eye
nothing
but a stimulating aspiration of the sexual
just as in the case of
the Poetic?
can, they both,
drown all down
in a solar bliss, alongside
bestowing the life where the world smiles?

Zephyr, mild
celestial being arising from hallucinogenic fumes
undeviatingly,
how does
the west wind rife me with the desire of leaving
every bit I have
under water?

what if the sand tickling under my bare toes gives the shivers, blasting me to
smithereens
beneath the feet, above the head
the temples
leading me to my path, are they the portals?

where, ah where
is the first letter of the slaughtered dragon’s name?
a- not formed yet- language does she speak
knitted from familiar words at places of dark, hearing them for the first time from mitos to history,
from blood to teardrops
a playground, closed doors, dark rooms, blind walls, gloom shadows
free – doom without any doubt
or
is the myriad exploration of inner lands and outer space
a temporal process
that will take years and years?

The Breeze speaks:

kaleidoscopes of migrant birds flowing through you cosmic symphony
beaming & puzzling
thrilling the desire to
adrift in the pitch – the deepest hall of the rabbit hole
you’ll know it’s another kiss
from an aquatic multiverse
when you get there

blasting airy dust
take the fairy steps without using the feet
fertility or fruitlessness purposefully
purposelessness
avail entità, you are good-for- nothing
accept these for a lifetime
difference does not it make

let me share my wisdom
the magic is not beyond your camera-eye,
archaically chaotic collective potential keeps you human
and
it’s okay
to be the god yourself in the making
go within, make it uncover
full of loving, you are free to fly
even with the tattered wings
sing the song of humanity
even with a raucous voice
scuttle in and round
even with a shuddered body
dream – reality
difference does not it make.

Oh, sweet breeze whispered Célestine.