4: 20 Toothbrushing... Poem by Chuy Amante

HIppies can come
in waves
like the sea

if you like the ocean,
are you a sea-r? (seer)
prophetically, anti-thetically
consciously alone in silent
observation of the unfolding
Universe!
High or low,
wet or dry...

When the hippies come
we explore our 'reality'
and talk about 'doing you'
or watching all and you
unfold as it does...

Does the dancing Shaman
make the waves keep coming?
Is that a special kind of crazy?
Do we create our daily play?
or Is it written, are we just actors?

Is bliss all around but not tactile?

As 'life' unfolds do we
'opt' for bliss'

Sometimes teeth get brushed at 4: 20
effortless, choiceless, pure awareness?

All is unfolding perfectly
there are no errors
in the scene, nor
in the next, if there is one.

I know what there is NOW
and I'm a HOly Roller!