Cooking

hey! do you know there is this place 
where birds sing a song and the ice doesn't melt?
well, of course you have been there and not simply once
you have seen it and been it and tasted the chaos

but beyond the known mundane is a world of the sane
where black becomes a blue and sometimes a nameless hue
and what seems to be a cave has a light of one ordained
while the naked eye's asleep, all seems crazy and incomplete

yet when sitting on the floor feeling snake rising from the core
new horizons and dimensions open up and move like honey
in the sweetness felt inside, giving birth to all that's right
disappear is what you need, life bursts forth with race car speed