A Pipe of Hash at Night Pondering
In the still of the night I light my pipe
I inhale deep to initiate a pipe dream
In the plumes of smoke I see visions
Scenes belonging to many past lives
In a hashish induced trance I ponder
Upon the meaning and enigma of life
Upon the intricacies of my existence
The synchronicity of living and being
The crossroads and signs of destiny
The kizmit of kannabis plants of love
A miracle of the combustibility of bud
I marvel at the sticky nug of mind joy
Perfectly formed in shape and usage
Gold in colour and nicely crystalized
Aroma and taste is our divine therapy
It seems like bud is designed to toke
An aid to thought and contemplation
A natural incense remedy of healing
A bowl of hashish or finely dried bud
Both meant to be, destined to smoke
A pipe, oily cannabis material and fire
Are ordained to spiritually ascend man
To take man and woman up most high
To heal broken bodies, souls and mind
So we can muse, observe and meditate
Via herb wisdom upon the enigma of life
In the still of the night I light up my pipe
