I was late for my date with practice death

Poem:

I was a late for my date with practice death. In my home there was some commotion, so I just started later. You have to be adjustable. The sky, the sun and the moon is my friend. It would be good if the sun and the moon play with my head. I could write poetry like a robot. I could give expression to what it is like to be dead and not answer my phone. The days are coming when I might be alone. Inner power is much bigger than outer. This is truly astonishing. It is very a very strange thing in America but detachment is sublime. And it is good for creating a Rhyme. I sit on the floor with the yoga mat and a pillow for my back. That is my method. Then I just looked in my head. I am looking forward to being dead. I am probably a prophet but do not know it. Knowledge of the future comes from being in the stream. After you have been there you just remain neutral. It is good to cool down your head. In Chinese medicine it is good to have warm feet and a cool head. Your brain is actually in your toes. To sit in silence contemplation is sublime. Union with absolute God is the objective. Most of human life is subjective. I am still looking for the lotus in the sutra and the sutra in the Lotus. Don’t just assume I am a Buddhist. I am perpetually disappearing. A retreat into complete samadhi is the same as being empty. It is like merging into sunshine. I don’t want to a erode my reason. I just want to fix it. To sit Still in silence is beyond reason. Inside my head is the alternative Sky. To realize this you must die. It all began in Chicago which is the reason why. It helps to be electrocuted but only from inside. The solution of most problems is very simple. Just sit still in submission. You don’t need from a priest permission, what you are doing is way beyond reason. An entrée downsized in half without the price cut in half is the chef’s commission. Sitting in contemplation is natural while motion may be commotion. Maybe you should sit by the ocean. You may need a better location. I don’t know if this poetry is either good or bad for my complexion. It is only a representation. I am charging these words with cosmic energy. I don’t claim to be great but only the late. DS Poem August 9, 2018