when we sit in circles
the tone om melds our auric fields
spinning etheric energy
in transfer from mind to mind.
beings of light appear rippling
through dimensional spheres.
plasma pulses and shooting stars
beckon the Celestial Jaguars
bless the children of the dawn
the hippy’s grand children
may they make better with our home
may there be an end to avarice
may each new clan share in peace
may the broken attention heal
the light that comes from your center
the power behind your words
release the man’s grip
allow the Mothership to flower!
-Carlos Cedillo, 8 Rainstorm, Dec. 10, 2014