I would like my soul to float up and out of my body like a feather

Poem:

I would like my soul to float up and out of my body like a feather. I hate it when it feels like lead. A good spiritual practice should not be groggy. Multiple sitting and detachment are probably helpful. You are weighted down by your own desire. I still desire exercise, travel and a hike, even these are a distraction and attachment. Physical activity is subordinate to the transcendental and secondary. I can do those after enlightenment. After you reach enlightenment then you just do reenactment. I had a desire to hike the hot springs of the northwest which created a fantasy which then made me antsy. I even bought hiking pants. But to sit still sublime is more divine. My Guru wants me to pass by Sahasdal Kanwal and go on to Bhanwar Gupha.  Apparently the relevant poetry is in Urdu while the cosmology is in Punjabi. I would need an expert translator. I could temporarily be a monastic. When I am not at a library I could sit still at a temple. When I read I underline with a pencil. There is nothing better than absolute freedom. I could go deep down into myself even when I travel. There is no vacation from inner practice if you want to have momentum. The whole thing is surprisingly simple. I once traveled to Assisi in Umbria. You can travel with history. Brain cell surgery by sitting very still is my philosophy without all the polemics. I look at a lot of books but put them down to go cook. You have to sit for a long time. The articles about the benefits of ten minutes of meditation are comical. Just stop all your activities you are doing afterwards optimally, supposedly. People think you meditate so you can become more aggressive which is antithetical. Meditation is not a life hack but where you hack yourself to death then rise from the ashes. It shouldn’t be considered something medical. It is something more classical. Stop being so irasible would be helpful. If you are electrocuted from the start you would be more amenable. The Master should be followed to the letter right though the passage way to being dead. I am only half way there that is why I sit on the floor. DS Poem August 23, 2018 #spiritualpractice #hike #hotspring #enlightenment #sublime #assisi #urdu #punjabi #meditation #lifehack