Dioshrum

I've seen something, but i don't know it's name.
It has many levels, all fearful... for now.
you see it's a test of strength, pride, ego and mind
and as for sanity: left only for the kind.

The vibrant colours of cognitions blare,
senses means nothing, only experience is there.
spiritual ancestry, atoms aware.
I can't speak but i say more than ever.
it's twisted body, mind and air
Shows you the way, let me take you there,
a world you can see, you just don't know it's there.

They come from the ground; send knowledge through air.
Teachers of the self, stairs made of words.
How magic is real, to be able to feel:
Feel the copper rise in you nerves,
taste the cold, smell the green,
think the object, smash the energy.
empty all that is wrong, filled with might.

As it becomes slight, and you think, of the truth you now know.
which was... ohh.
A secret all now, but cannot feel, until they glow.
I would tell you but I'm not a mushroom.