Bourgeoise Pig

Poem: 

To sit still in silent contemplation is sublime is my opening line. I look at the clock and it says four forty-four, like in my college days I would look and it would say 1:11 - I look again and it would say 2:22, then again 3:33, then 4:44, then 5:55 I thought that was oh so strange. It was perfect outside, but stuffy indoors, modern man’s very strange practice. Perhaps just a mosquito net solves the problem. You could be uninterrupted even by a critter. To have either heat or cooling is probably only for fools. Buddha said do not be sensitive to either hot or cold. To not say hello to the sun, moon and stars is desensitizing and harmful. Modern man goes to work instead because he likes to eat bread. You should stop walking with tires and sit still instead. Maybe get out of bed. You make your brain cloudy with eating instead. Everything is sweeter without a motor running. In the old days you sat on the floor and looked at your Guru instead. I can’t propose any solutions besides scriptures that point towards being dead instead. In the solution I propose you can electrocute yourself in the head while you are sitting as if you were dead. How many times do I have to repeat until even I get it? Many people get so arrogant they forget to pray to God. Experts pray routinely, the most when they are succeeding. I am just a simple layman who has read a lot of scripture. I began my career shoveling manure. Down on the farm we had corn and beans too. The only thing different is I sit in extremely long time period silent contemplation and am the former student of a Urdu Poet. If I totally give up desire I experience a lot of pleasure. On the days that I have not sit still with full attention I feel very unprofessional and more like a bourgeoise pig.

DS Poem August 15, 2018 Hampton Inn, westport ma