A blade on my hand,
and a spliff on my lip.
No day passed without distilled spirits,
Such vicious cycle of guilt trip.
All these years passed by,
rugged with rejections and fear.
It’ll never be the same again,
because the good days are here.
Teach a man to love others,
he’ll die every moment.
But teach a man to meditate,
he’ll pull himself from torment.
And he’ll explore his mind to the fullest,
And Connect with higher beings from distant civilizations,
and prepare multi dimensional codes for interstellar space travel,
and take human evolution to the next stage-Free from wars , lust , greed and chaos!
Such is the power of meditation.
– Poorna Chandra