in my meditation
i block out all my thoughts
when they come back
i push them out
like Jesus had a rock
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safe in my garden,
an ancient flower blooms.
& the scent from its nature
slowly squares my room
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I still believe in meditation and I'm now experimenting with tribal living. I live in the woods in California, near Death Valley, with 17 girls. They're space ladies. And they'd make a great group. I'm thinking of launching them as the Family Gems.
I went up into the mountains with my houseboy to take an LSD trip. We met two girls hitch-hiking. One of them was pregnant. We gave them a lift, and a purse was left in the car. About a month later, near Malibu, I saw the pregnant girl again, only this time she’d had her baby. I was overjoyed for her and it was through her that I met all the girls.
I told them about our involvement with the Maharishi and they told me they too had a guru, a guy named Charlie who’d recently come out of jail after 12 years. His mother was a hooker, his father was a gangster, he’d drifted into crime but when I met him I found he had great musical ideas. We’re writing together now. He’s dumb, in some ways, but I accept his approach and have learnt from him.
He taught me a dance, The Inhibition. You have to imagine you're a frozen man and the ice is thawing out. Start with your fingertips, then all the rest of you, then you extend it to a feeling that the whole universe is thawing out.
I had all the rich status symbols — Rolls Royce, Ferrari, home after home. Then I woke up, gave away 50 to 60 percent of my money. Now I live in one small room with one candle, and I’m happy, finding myself.
always just a thought behind
never there beside her
mojo daddy doesn't mind
he knows he's inside her
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It was the ugly side of the Maharishi. You know, it was just one side.
Like the flowers, white robes, and everything. Something that looks a lot like it, but just isn't it at all.
dreaming 'bout the way things feel now
write it in my book
blocking out all the thoughts now
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