Deep resonant drums play,
My being in peaceful trance.
The hookah wafts with sage,
Glass bowl goes smoky, misty.
Memories of hippy dens arise,
Of Jerusalem and Everglades.
As I inhale the healing herb,
I inhale deep sage advice.
I hear, "Go slow, slow my son.
Build a vessel, light will come.
"Take marriage deep into heart,
Study her varied paths n' ways.
"In the right time, she'll arrive,
Never too early, never too late."
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