Greetings from the happy valley
A greeting from the hippie heartland
with some legendary places like Manali and Malana,
Manikaran and Almora, where the grass grows wild
in any quality and even better quality the higher up you get,
with permanent communities of hippies of all ages,
none too old and none too young,
all seemingly completely happy with a paradise of dreams,
that is of daydreams, but of beauty also,
since here people tend to be more beautiful the higher up they get.
In Manikaran and Malana they can vanish into happiness,
since there they have the drug of drugs Datura,
which can place them out of time for two years or for ever.
It was old Timothy Leary who discovered
how the cannabis grew wild around this area in any quality,
which instigated the first hippie colonies to settle here,
which since then constantly have multiplied,
the last years thoroughly with Israelis.
There is nothing wrong with that sort of a carefree life,
you do no harm to no one, while occasionally the Police
makes raids to Parvati, Malana and those places
to burn up the harvests of the villagers of cannabis,
which ruins them and to no good for anyone.
It is a kind of bum life making you a chronical outsider,
but there is no harm in that as long as you just keep it for a spice,
- in fact, it has been proved that cannabis can cure a number of diseases
that would be considered hopeless otherwise,
amongst them chronical diseases and disorders,
often undefinable mysterious ones, that thus can be miraculously cured;
but let not that spice take over the control of all the food that is your life,
for then you waste it, it will then end up to nothing,
while a spice should just augment the nourishment, not kill it.
Poetry by Christian Lanciai
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Written on 2006-10-26 at 11:35
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