The Divine Leaf

In ancient realms where mystics tread,
Upon a mount of shadowed red,
Shiva sat in cosmic trance,
His third eye closed in sacred dance.

The wind, a whisper of the rishis' song,
Carried tales where sages belong.
Bhang, the sacred leaf of lore,
He clasped it tight, his spirit’s core.

In a realm where gods and stars align,
And celestial realms with mortals intertwine,
Sativa, with its verdant grace,
Wove through the ether, a timeless space.

Shiva’s laughter, a mantra’s hum,
Through clouds of ganja, to realms become.
The essence of the leaf so pure,
A bridge ‘twixt worlds, a sacred cure.

The deity of cosmic haze,
In every inhalation, a soul’s praise.
The incense of the sacred herb,
A dance of visions, divine and superb.

A mystic journey, through the kush,
Where reality and dreams are hushed.
In the shrouded realms of ganja’s might,
Enlightenment dances in the night.

The dharma of the divine leaf,
In every puff, dispels belief.
The sacred smoke of bhang ascends,
To realms where time and space transcend.

So in the shadow of the peak,
Where silence speaks and spirits seek,
The leaf of truth, the herb of grace,
Gifts the eternal, in sacred space.