amish fairies, break free from your conceptual bounds, lodged in
sweat, like snow flakes of icy truth, meld into the fractal orgasm of
our wandering fecundity, yea, like the chuckling bushes, the trees are
rapt with smells and flavors, language once again bears a leaf, this
magic train becomes puff the magic dragon, we rage in our faery ways
against all corporations, against all lies, babylon is at our aid, the
ancients in their true ways, we join on these sacred days to sing
songs of trees, songs of kingless splendor, jazz cows and muses
tenders, ain't no judge, and ain't no hurting, bursting forth relaxed
and oining. the moss covers the wagons and our wheels are mushroom
rings, spinning only from our dizziness from nights of merry things,
we have never truly borne them, and this steel is just the metaphor of
thieves, casting glinting lights to mesmerize the innocents upon the
breeze, now distill us from the nightmare, yea, comes puff, and none
do stop him, for he is jesus, unbound by divination bibles full of
awful oxen bound, no, our simple things and joy does grow, with
gnosis, and we worship slow, among the mystic glow of the rainbow,
where the world pours in the true world, the world of simple things,
the sunshine in the moonflowers, the paupers in the kings, and all is
one, so verily, our hopes are not in wealth but in abandoning this
system, and them all for betterment of self, oh ye elves, connect us
still, not by chains, they break more each day away, for the fungus
does each them, and verily the cows do say, now it is good, no
illusions, now they have ended their dreary insanity, which could not
even bring them happiness only maniacal vanity, now theyve
relinquished the universe, and theyve all left to wander free, now
they all learn of the food growing everywhere verily, oh garlic
mustaard, is our goddess, from she verily cometh the stinky feet, but
like a poem kind in weaving by fate good to eat, and clovers too, they
just as fresh and sweet, so with great luck we find ourselves aligned
with puck and the bucks are cool to meet, and we'll stone the world
with cannabis, we'll grow it everywhere, now that everyones become a
king, in the lifestream, and we stoke her fair, for she is the fire of
the tao, and endless now, and we breathe her as she breathes us, we
are run like the drops in a river, floating and falling on clouds of
cannabis, oh Upto, we saw you in the flame, as we journeyed to the
center of the world, if wisdom can be named, then it is created in our
pearl. the true america is the way of the tribes, we can no longer
ignore them, the shamans cant compete, we fit into the bags where they
are storing, the dreams, now abundance everywhere, from the Yomo she
does bless, the ness which cometh from wanti, for her ladder is the
best, she is the friend of all, the one who happened to bring he weed,
selfless without and ego, in many forms, sometimes, as the seed,
without greed, in you and me, and everything, so verily, yes, we have
come to the center ecstatically, now, true world marry we, in the free
way of the thoughtless sages, growing, giving harmonious mages, the
stories of not taking too much, we can achieve them, never blush!
unless you must, sometimes its just atural, now the truth and the
rejuvenation comes, we have stopped twiddling our thumbs, and given
respect to the place from which the true healing comes. Wakan Tanka
great spirit, breaking us from habit showing us the grit, we are all
fit, we can all do it, returning to the forest ways, I am tall grass,
you are paw paw trees,upon the mother earth, she is oak and he is
lettuce, she is bees, he is the bird, now let us stir and cause our
reaction, in the end the truth is satisfaction, this true magic is the
science of the anima, the imagination lefts it to a place that is
awesome. come now, naked in spirit the world awaits our conscious
spirit dancing, in joy, in joy, we find the ways, everything can be
healed, the foolishness melts away eventually it is a joyous joyous
day. Wanti! I say. Wanti... the sound fades away... mmm
Dana!
