The Magic Passive

Poem:

My plans for the retreat are to arrive at the beginning and then be present again at sunset. When they open up for 12 hours of meditation, I am thinking of meditating in the morning at home from like 5am to 8am. Then I go to the center at 10am and sit until 12pm. Then I will take a break and walk home. Then I will return at 5pm and sit until 7. That way I can get 7 hours of meditation. It will be very pleasant and I will make further progress. If my goal is to sit for a straight 12 hours I have to first train for it. You can’t take it by storm it is better to build up gradually. A long meditation retreat is like hooking up a supercharger and adding nitro. I should think of ten zillion metaphors for meditation and forget about ten thousand. You could have others participate with which you could coagulate. You could emotionally build up your intentions by reading scripture. You could declare poetry to be superior. The effect of a long retreat is you might be “born again” like a Christian, Buddhist or Muslim. Though I do my best spiritual work in isolation like Emily Dickinson, at Satsang you can put on the icing and celebrate liberation. Community and supportive culture is part of well-being. The love of the truth is much better than Sin. It is also self-fulfilling with enough momentum. If you can’t meditate well you can try one, two or three, or five or eight or thirteen seatings by following the Fibonacci series and your soul will blossom like a flower. You can annoy the negative power and he will eventually just let you go. None of my poetry is original it is just part of the milieu. DS Poem October 31, 2018 Halloween #Fibonacci One need not be a Chamber — to be Haunted — One need not be a House — The Brain has Corridors — surpassing Material Place — Far safer, of a Midnight Meeting External Ghost Than its interior Confronting — That Cooler Host. Far safer, through an Abbey gallop, The Stones a'chase — Than Unarmed, one's a'self encounter — In lonesome Place — Ourself behind ourself, concealed — Should startle most — Assassin hid in our Apartment Be Horror's least. The Body — borrows a Revolver — He bolts the Door — O'erlooking a superior spectre — Or More — Poem 670 Emily Dickinson Somewhere upon the general Earth Itself exist Today— The Magic passive but extant That consecrated me— Indifferent Seasons doubtless play Where I for right to be— Would pay each Atom that I am But Immortality— Reserving that but just to prove Another Date of Thee— Oh God of Width, do not for us Curtail Eternity! Poem 1231 Emily Dickinson