Fidget Spinners Meditation
Around…around…around they go;
plastic spinners in a row.
Day and night, they spin away;
little dervishes at play.
Children spin them constantly;
like little tops, so happily.
As planes spinning out in space;
they put a smile upon the face.
Colored chakras spinning free;
activating energy.
Ecstatic, super-charged rings;
spinning, whirling hyper-beings.
As they gyrate; help one grow;
we will learn, they create flow.
Electric generators wake the snakes;
they rise to dance as one is graced.
The spirit heals; bestows, uplifts;
levitating brings one bliss.
Colors brighten; bring the light;
to weary souls each day and night.
No fidgeting is needed here;
one releases all their fears.
Dharma opens many doors;
walk on through; the power’s yours!
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