Spiritual Blogs

I don't believe in coincidence,

where can I go, where do I belong?

Share the feeling of sentience.

The moment is near, sing your song.

In a dream they always come to me,

voices of ancients, they always sing.

Words of wisdom, they reach for me.

When they come, what will they bring?

The song of ancients,

it plays in my head.

They teach me of patience.

I no longer see red.

I wish I had a fast car,

ventilation system and a big engine.

I would drive from here to the stars.

The pollution, I begin prevention.

I'm a highly skilled and rare breed,

deep inside lives a magical ninja.

H2O, food, and THC is all I need,

they're calling, light the sacred Ganja.

-I havent read this book yet, but seems interesting, so we all should giv'er a go.