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I was awake one summer night



And heard a great plane in flight,



And peering from my window saw



Its star-like colored little lights



As laser beams across the sky.



Lonely tears were in my eyes



When the great plane flew from sight;



No loving thing aboard that plane



Or other planes or any train,



Or vessels on the open seas,



Will ever know that I am me.



I turned about and saw my room;



It was sterile and quite bare,



Just a bed, a desk and chair,



No loving spouse was quartered there,



No little children playing there,



Just a bed, a desk and chair,



Otherwise the room was bare.



The Earth has mass and I am small.



Nothing could prevent my fall.



Soma, soma on the floor,



I am Spirit as before,



Translucent feet on Golden Sand.



Now I'm in that Other Land,



My father's fathers tarry here



And I heard Dave's mother say,



Please return and don't delay,



Soma waits you on the floor.



Ask dear Dave to meditate and pray.



Saint Francis lives and God is near,



Ask dear Dave to meditate and play.



      



      









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