The Sacred Livity of Hashlam and the Holy Herb
A smiling missionary knocked at my door today
He said he was from the church of free thought
And that the religion he practiced was free Will
His religion was to be open minded and reason
To contemplate and to exist in harmony with all
To be at peace with his soul and his neighbours
He shared a fragrant message of universal love
And reasoned with the incense of sweet visions
He was an advocate of wisdom, and knowledge
He encouraged reading, and study of languages
He spread words of logic and self determination
And preached 'bout finding ones own conclusion
Thought his true hallowed religion and way of life
Holy smoke fragrant of life of the treez of healing
A blessing unto his nostrils and thought process
He left his sacred book that was bound in hemp
But the hempen pages that lay within were blank
So that readers could make up their own minds
Not to be told what to think nor in what to bilieve
Blank pages to jot down the secrets of existence
Insights, revelations, epiphanies and crazy ideas
He did not ask me to follow or try to convert me
Nor tell me I was dammed nor off to an infierno
He just sat down to chat about mystical things
Mused over metaphysics and the enigma of life
He idly wrapped up a biffter while bilosophizing
Then asked for a light to spark up his religion!!
