A distracted existence, electrified
With terawatts per minute
Wires one to the time machine,
Throwing him in a psychedelic fiesta,
With countless guests.
Most minds host thoughts
As anxious, invading visitors
Crying out loud for entertainment,
Patrolling up and down,
Claiming to be the owners of the house.
But the rare wise man,
Observes only, detached from this fuss
How the Light of Awareness cannot be stolen
By these crazy thieves.
Sunshine is always in your Home!
Topic(s) of this poem: light, mind, philosophical
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