Have you ever sat back and considered how sex and weed are truly so similar?
You set out with intention
Cultivating the experience
With the right environment
Now full-bodied and readied
Feel ecstasy, the passion
Experience the immaculate
So many ways to feel
So many ways to touch, taste, penetrate you
So many ways to consume
Hash burning so hot
Smoke, vapors rising
Then just like that
The smoke circle
To let go
To feel good
To be in and out of your body at the same damn time
Never again to exist in the very same way
Never again to be replicated just so
Your memories the proof
Your nerves the reminder
Your mind’s eye set to wonder
Find the same high
Will you find her
~ Ganja Vibes
From the droplets in a baptismal font to the scattering of ashes on a holy river, water blesses our lives.
By Cathy Newman
Photograph by John Stanmeyer
If I were called in / To construct a religion / I should make use of water, wrote the English poet Philip Larkin in 1954—and most religions do.
Waters, religious historian Mircea Eliade explained in the 1950s, are “spring and origin, the reservoir of all the possibilities of existence; they precede every form and support every creation.” So it has been since human history began and, by legend, before. The world, Genesis says, was brought to life by a God who created a “firmament in the midst of the waters.” Babylonians believed in a world made from a commingling of fresh and salt water. Pima Indians have said Mother Earth was impregnated by a drop of water. The cataclysmic flood that destroys a civilization is also an aqueous archetype and part of Hebrew, Greek, and Aztec cultures.
The body thirsts. So does the spirit. “I must live near a lake,” wrote Swiss psychiatrist Carl Jung, who waded into the depths of the psyche and equated water with the unconscious. “Without water, I thought, nobody could live at all.”
From our worldly entrance in a burst of amniotic fluid to the ritual washing of the dead (taharah in Judaism; ghusl al-mayyit in Islam), water flows through our lives, scribing a line between sacred and profane, life and death. We are doused, dunked, dipped, sprinkled—and blessings flow, deep and wide as the River Jordan of Scripture, wondrous as the spring at Lourdes, cathartic as tears.
via Sacred Waters – National Geographic Magazine.