A 1,000 armed goddess dances for me
Sometimes she morphs into the Virgin Mary
Crazy shit going down as I lay on my Persian rug
My head devoid of any hallucinogen or other drug
Meditation, breathing, and perhaps even chance
I had lucked onto a method for entering a trance
For days I wrestled with an imagined reality
A blue skinned giant insisting she was a deity
Specifically the one God’s sense of compassion
I argued, logically, that she was a figment of my imagination
She fought to remove my atheistic blindness
And to try to convince me to manifest loving kindness
She told me to keep my heart light
Whatever I do it’s going to turn out right
Basically, relax and improvise.
Exactly what I would have done otherwise
So, be it divine inspiration
Or my own mad imagination
I don’t need to try anything new
Just madly love everything that I do
Did I mention the bitch was blue?
I tell you bro, the story is true…
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