Dont mantra yourself as meditation. Silent meditation. Want to hear your soul, without weed?
Shit makes the flowers grow. But if everything is shitty, you say shit every minute, meditate. Harvest your flowers. Hang them to dry, if you have no one to give them to, eternal roses. Move to another city, new people, your mind is your garden, be careful who you let in.
The final Renovation of the Universe 