The Rabbit goes where none can follow
Holes so deep that lesser men are whole swallowed
Even mid-day, out in the open,
He’ll make an exit before his name can be spoken
Through the nights traveling below the conscious
He may be peeping on the dreams of each and or all of us
He will give you no magic cake
He offers no red nor blue pill to take
Look for doors and crossroads
Avoid: gurus, masters, or magic toads
In the space between wake and sleep
Just time it right and then left you’ll creep
You can fucking trip balls
Walk in a world without walls
This is where the Rabbit goes
These are the planes that no Man knows
Where you open your mind’s eye
Where you can see the truth and the lies
Through symbols and signs you’ll know
You can learn where to be and how to go
Talk to angels and demons
Bend your mind beyond all rhyme or reason
Just remember to practice good housekeeping
Always clean up this plane between wake and sleeping
Everything that you create
Has got to be put back and straight
Else your visions can develop “mission creep”
From the clutter to your waking life they can leap
That’s when shit gets hazy
They lock your ass up and call you crazy
Doesn’t mean you’ll never be ecstatic
It’s a side-effect from feeling so fantastic
Just try keep your cool
Remember anyone can play the fool
Not everyone can understand
They just aren’t part of the plan
But, you might try running the plane with the Rabbit
Visions and trances can be a rewarding and interesting habit
For the traveler who can find it and hack it
Tags: Stephen Handlin