With fewer bugs it would be ideal

Poem:

Physical existence is transitory and trivial. Only what you do in practice makes any difference. I don’t engage in pop culture. I only read the classics and mostly play classics on the piano. Even my Jazz is a hundred years old. I only really support meditation and starvation. People are so caught up in maya they don’t even have a sense of humor. The struggle for increased pleasure is not really leisure. I don’t claim to know what I am writing. I personally prefer becoming increasingly empty. I actually have not read the entire pali canon. I am a big fat liar. I wish though that I had. I am very bad by my own admission. I am surprised myself when my third eye opens. It would not be due to being good but must be due to being regular. It is kind of like “the force” that they refer to. It is God that can properly sit, Man is not fit. Some Gurus are capable of withdrawing in an instant. That is very impressive. I find most other pursuits to be bourgeoise and depressive. Though I admit to liking a cup of coffee. I am not trying to be popular. My blog is a blog to nowhere. It is not optimized and unposted. I don’t even know how. I like to control what I know so I am systematically slow. If there was no such thing as a blog this would be a personal journal. I often feel I have to be on the defensive from an avalanche of spending. At least my mornings are not wasted. My car has AAA, is that going to save me? Seems there is no solution in this dusty world. A new car will not help me. If I get somewhere it won’t be from traveling. I can enhance the resolution of my brain just by paying attention. No one knows what I do so I will apply this expression. I should move to Hawaii where the weather is pleasant. Life could be increasingly simple. If you lived outdoors your house would always be clean. The ocean would very nicely bend your joints. If you look up you would see the heavens. With fewer bugs it would be ideal. DS Poem August 14, 2018 On departure to New England