The Electric Koan

I don't remember when I wrote this. It was a long time ago - before I actually stopped worshiping the electric god. It just goes to show that good preachers target themselves...

Look deep into the crystal, let its light
Dance on your retinas. Your brain inert,
A calm steals over you. Now feel its pulse,
So rapid, only intuition hears
It. Puzzles will unfold themselves; the One
Is speaking, you and all, all one.
The world of love and death and hate becomes
A passing dream, devoid of meaning. Now
Your soul at peace, go out and buy
Some cereal and soap, to keep your soul
In harmony with your electric god.