Psychotropic coffee in the morning,
after breathing with some prana
in the meadow close to River Ros,
after walking through the woods,
where gnomes plant mushrooms,
tastes so weird and confusing.
I look up through the curtains at the path.
Is there any stranger coming to my dwelling place?
No. Nobody.
There's only:
stone covered with the nettles
lies for years never moved,
pile of bushes,
brown leaves fallen long ago,
and last year grass.
Everything rots that hasn't burned yet.
Va-len-tin, drink your coffee
with some milk and cardamom.
OHM!
Hare Krishna!
Hare Rama!
OHM!
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09.46.11/04 2021
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