A Clay Pipe of Spiritual Delight and Glee
With reverance he lifted up his shilom
Cupped in his hands it was ready to sip
He touched clay pipe to his forehead
And jubilantly uttered– hari hari ganjah!
His companion lighted the receptacle
A strong flame was applied to the bowl
The shilom smoker then inhaled deeply
Transcendental smoke travelling down
In to the pits of his being, on to his soul
The herb essence soared up to his mind
Flooding his brain with cosmic insights
His neurons were fired up by divine love
Cerebral sparks of mystical awareness
Lit the dark parts of his consciousness
Bathing his soul in universal compassion
He let out a thick plume of acrid smoke
That billowed up to mingle with eternity
He smiled a grin of happy ganjah serenity
He was in a state of stoned contemplation
By the grace of God he was stoned again
