Albert Hoffman Releases Himself

Albert Hoffman has died.
Bless him and his discovery.
Bless the medicine and the mind.
Bless us all, that we may awaken to the beauty and love and joyous cooperation that ALL IS.

ALOHA

I too am not a bit tamed — I too am
untranslatable;
I sound my barbaric yawp over the roofs of the
world.

The last scud of day holds back for me;
It flings my likeness after the rest, and true
as any, on the shadow’d wilds;
It coaxes me to the vapor and the dusk.

I depart as air—I shake my white locks at the
runaway sun;
I effuse my flesh in eddies, and drift it in
lacy jags.

I bequeath myself to the dirt, to grow from the
grass I love;
If you want me again, look for me under your
boot-soles.

You will hardly know who I am, or what I mean;
But I shall be good health to you nevertheless,
And filter and fiber your blood.

Failing to fetch me at first, keep encouraged;

Missing me one place, search another;
I stop somewhere, waiting for you.

(unknown author)