Ever searching for Life's Elixir,
Its panacea,
Its alkahest,
Its precious stone upon which philosophers & podcasters,
Can fund their quest,
Treasure can take many forms,
As the spirits whisper their advice,
Hyper-extended from the norm,
Sandwiched between the fences in our minds,
In a critique of pure reason,
Not knowing is not a sin,
But the experience of the tingle,
Is surely recognition from within,
Life's elixir is Freedom,
The crow flies from all blame,
For the Kundalini will always call,
Where everybody knows its name.