Hurricanes and Bittersweet Chaos

I once walked with a wise man named Ashoka. Who summed up my entire mushroom trip into one phrase. My punchline was found amongst the chaos that was my thoughts and my night. But it is bittersweet. And the mind that was destroyed only a few weeks ago through shrooms, was put back together by the very same drug. Hurricane. God bless you.

Hurricane season
Its here to wreck
Good homes, and good hearts
The mighty winds blow
With a destructive force
Unrivaled, and unmatched
The hurricane is here
And it came out of nowhere
What can I do
Where can I turn
To fight nature and reason
Nothing can be done
So I walk into the middle
To find the eye
That is the center of peace
And there at the top of the world
Where the winds whip me
And cut into me so deep
I see it calling
That peaceful tranquility
Flowing down to the earth
The hurricane battles me
And so I battle back
With locked horns and locked hearts
But the battle can't be won
And neither side will budge
For there it stands
Bittersweet chaos
So I admit defeat
And fall to my face
Tears molding with flowing lights
So here at the top of the world
Where all is oblivious
And nothing is really obvious
I admit defeat
And the hurricane
Simply rips through me
And all my demons
Are swept away
To be scattered
To the four corners of the globe
The hurricane finishes its course
And becomes
The gentle breeze that bore it
And this broken soul
Is whole once again