'Turn on, ' he preached,
A psychodelic mantra.
'Turn off, ' I rejoin.
Recharge your battery.
Hear the place.
Don't skip out.
'Tune in.'
That's what he proclaimed,
Like a hallelujah chorus.
'Tune out, ' I say.
Extract the buds, and smell the flowers.
'Drop out, ' his litany ended.
Alone, or with drop outs?
Distances and depths vary.
But his voice carried.
'Drop by, ' I say. Stay awhile.
Drink strong tea, and walk in the garden,
With me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Catchy title. Clever theme. Good write! ! !