In a camping chair
I close my eyes
Is it raining,
or hailing?

I can't warm myself up
I drop into my heart
Scorched earth
We're partying
at the end of the world

Strange land
in-between a
cut block
and a river

A beautiful woman
playing with
singing bowls
A man on the hand pan
A third one,
going around
chimes and rattles

My mind complains
for a moment
then I decide
might as well
meditate

I chant my mantra
for a moment
I am scared
of what the
psychedelic
might bring

We left on
Friday afternoon
on a nowhere trip
We didn't know
where we would land

Our friend in
Rock Creek
were also traveling
Our friend with
a Shaman Shack
wasn't available
Our friends in
Penticton were busy

So we drove
and drove
and finally
made it to
the party
late at night

It was far in
the wood
on a dirt road
It was dirty
it was cold
but it was
also
beautiful

A few of us
cranked the
sound system
partied until
the morning
we had a dry sleep
but the hail
woke us up

We were cold
we stayed cold
for the whole day
Participated
in a few events
Sound healing
Electronic sound journey
But the cold continued
the rain, the hail
no fire, no warmth

The tent was soaked
and then we decided
lets get out of here
drove all night
to the brim of
exhaustion
hallucinating
the last few miles

A well deserved
rest today
A new cycle
a new super moon