But few have turned into Hindus,
Made Shiva into Binah on the Tree of Life,
Made weed legal in the state of California
Through its strict merkabah of justice,
Brought Mike Love there to play the bongos
And Brian Wilson to talk to people
How he flew through India with a five-star chef.
The room was blessed with rainbow hula hoops
And an amethyst haze of celebratory joints,
Shiva the androgynous oversaw the home
Of the no longer needed from blue Andromeda.
Meanwhile in Silverado, bikers at Cook's Corner
Remember too when their outrage mattered.
But no one remembers 420, the clause
In the Constitution that let George Washington
Grow hemp for the national defense. It was just
Some stoners from San Rafael, in the new history,
Saying it's 4:20 somewhere, something even he
Can't recall, like the platinum record on his wall
As he signs his book and thanks me for remembering
Him kindly, who doesn't remember me at all,
In fact we've never met, before this aura farm event
To raise awareness they're still relevant and cool.
The old warriors stop to pray love love love
Now that the crying for love sings freely.
