The Great Gig in the Sky
Black lights, posters bright, illusions in the night,
the smell of pipe tobacco, ready to ignite,
and the mellow haze that helps me see, orbs of brilliant white,
riding on the highway, that opens up my sight.
Colors greet the spring of life, to merge a conscious being,
that flows above all aeon thoughts to bring a special meaning,
Now peeling back the frozen layers, of where the pain begins,
until the ego’s vulnerable, exposing all within.
Weighted memories scarred and bleeding, laying in the open,
waiting for the judgement, that sets the mind in motion.
Pain absorbed by empathy, healing sirens that accrue,
the essence of felicity, fulfillment with a view.
The mind expands, excitement flows, answers are before you,
floating in a sea of peace with contentment flooding through,
Understanding, essence cleansed, the world unburdened then,
we push on through our suffering to reach the state of Zen.