By about seven I begin to miss Heaven

DS Poem

Book Two

Hashtag poems

March 18, 2018

By about seven I begin to miss heaven Despite a long morning meditation The bliss begins to wear off I am pleased to have gained self-oblivion But I feel I must return without hesitation Like my iphone my soul needs recharged In twelve hours the light begins to fade The weeds start to grow back Like an addiction, a sweet addiction It becomes something I need So at about seven I must sit again If I sit in the evening then My morning meditation gets better And the long morning meditation makes The evening’s better Which that is making which better is something that the mind can’t figure out. It is yet another example of how the mind is useless at knowing anything. The flesh of my body knows more than me. ... the key to the instant on third eye Is never turn it off