To My Soul Sister

 

May I have the seat next to you on the cosmic train?

You look like a sane person

And I could use some sane conversation

In my state of mystic madness.

 

I pray to the cosmic Godhead

For your safe and happy passage

Through time and space, all the time.

I wish you bountiful orgasmic bliss and sensual abandon.

And transcendent states of total liberation

From the Karmic wheel.

I wish you magical sunsets

In the Fellaheen desert.

 

I often imagine what it would be like to meet you.

We'd take Ginsberg’s Green car,

And watch the road unfold in psychedelic land.

Kerouac's peripatetic journeys

Would pale in comparison to our Zen journey.

We'd talk existentialism and post modernism

And even Forrest Gumpism

As our car speeds through

The darkened American phantasmagoria.

Each bump would jolt our awareness.

By the time we reached the Pacific

All would be clear.