Some say, meditate.
Others prefer hallucinatory drugs.
Some sit cross-legged, motionless
and hum a mantra, om!(108 times)
Still others dance entranced while
singing a chant.
Some bow down and kiss the ground.
As for me, I see myself at the bottom
of a dark well.
It is the looking up into eternity which
invokes me
to my deepest thinking—
How in the world of futility did
I get myself here,
and more importantly,
how in hell do I elevate myself out?
As I live and breathe, mind over matter,
The Spirit God within me, I suppose.
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Chris Hanch 11-24-2020
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