The rain will cool, the sun will bake,
All on the beach, at the lake.
We brought some drinks, and a rake,
To smooth the sand and soothe the ache.
In stead of bread, we eat cake,
And know the true, from the fake.
You and me, for goodness sake,
Are the One, in the shapes we take.
Aware that we, are now awake,
From self illusion, that we make.
Aware that we, sometimes mistake,
A garden hose, for a big green snake.
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