There is a hidden place, where was a sacred herb
Created, mutated and quietly propagated
For many hundred years it only served the deer
For no one ever heard and no one could imagine
That God, who is in Heaven, had sent such precious gift
There was a medicine man of Indian descent
A Maya or Aztec or humble Mazatec
A healer, tobaccerro, a real curandero
He was alone in sierras, collecting rare yerbas,
The potent specimens to cure his fellow men.
He wondered many days and finally stopped to rest.
Beneath the shady trees there were the herbs that glee
With beautiful purple flowers they radiated power
A tired shaman knelt, besaged in sleep he felt
In very vivid dream plant Goddess came to him
An illness can be cured, a pain can be endured
To save a precious life is never-ending fight
There’s more to life than flesh and bones
A body’s weak and spirit’s strong and no one could explain
When body rots to what domain the spirit goes again?
Beyond the world of men, there is a hidden plane
The entrance, secret door was lost a long ago
This plane you’ll never miss, after you die that is
And yet the hope remains that still exists the chance
To break the Earthen limits and enter world of spirits
I’ll give you such a chance to will your heart contents
To set your spirit free, to open eyes that see
Through meager 3D space that owns the human race
You will be changed forever be wiser, better, cleverer
When bond of logic broken, you know my tribe has spoken
A magic is in leaves, I have a plenty of these
A drug that gives you freedom is called Salvinorin A
Ingest the way that suits you, the choice is always yours
But don’t expect rewards, you’ll get what you deserve:
My love will set you free with Nature’s guarantee
