Little Lord Shiva
From the Introduction by Hugh Fox
You walk into Little Lord Shiva and you're back in Berkeley in 1968, right in the middle of the psychedelic, visionary, shamanic, flowered/flowering, love-in, be-in world where Charles Potts vanished and then reappeared as Laffing Water:
Charlie Potts is dead
And I wonder if I should
Be opening his mail
Just as though it had
Been addressed to me
From all his friends
And for him as well as men I tell you I have gone
All the way with Charlie
Back to nothing
And the cycle is complete
Ed
By the highest sound
I ever heard
Going around in circles
My name is Laffing Water
And whatever form it takes
I have plenty of...

