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MY STREAM (OF CONSCIOUSNESS) An old friend came to visit me in a dream Good morning America how are ya? Look at me I’m your native son wailed somebody through my consciousness Who in the hell sang that? Bet Al would know, bet Al would know The coffee (Kona) grinds find their way to making me a cup of Java I just figured it out I wondered all these years, and I just figured it out It’s called Java from the Island in Indonesia But why is it called a cuppa Joe? My old friend? Babba Ram Dass who taught me just to let it be, and to “Be Here Now” That’s what I’ll do – be here now It’s the perfect day for it Nothin’ else better to do on a day off from work Don’t bother me now ‘cause I’m just bein’ |
Additional Notes:
With thanks to Regis L. Chapman.
This is also a continuum of "On A Clear Day Can One See Forever?"
Just letting more of the bubbles float to the top!
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