When you turn sixty

Poem:

When you turn sixty you can relive the sixties, but this time do it right, and still be a hippie, but a truly enlightened hippie. You can drop out and turn on. And at the same time don’t need a drug. You can sit cross-legged for a very long time and not go to work. In other words the sixties could be sublime and you could be enlightened all the time. You can stop drinking wine. Regular practice leads to realization which has as proof self-evidence. Hippies believe in pleasure and the pursuit of leisure, instead of old cars and golf you could practice contemplation inside your head and better prepare to be dead. You could stop eating all the time. A sixty year old can be stronger than thirty - when his prana was spread all over. Instead of dissipating you could collect. You could practice in the morning like a professional and go out of body all the time and still be an amateur in the evening and afternoon with shorter meditation just for pleasure. It would be your best health improvement measure. It feels like digging for treasure. Getting up early helps adjust your melatonin so when you go to bed you feel like you have been a success. It is important for old people to worship sunrise so sunset is better (meilleur in French), and καλύτερα in Greek. If you meditate a lot you can avoid the inevitability of becoming grumpy. Being grumpy is caused by a lack of history in drinking. God’s wine that is and going to heaven. Transcendental nectar is the neuvo trickle-down. They need a new kind of economics that incorporates people being humans. After you are done with meditation you can roar like a lion. DS Poem: Poem 839: Always Mine! No more Vacation! Term of Light this Day begun! Failless as the fair rotation Of the Seasons and the Sun. Old the Grace, but new the Subjects — Old, indeed, the East, Yet upon His Purple Programme Every Dawn, is first. Emily Dickinson For in the end- place of “in” I still found with me My majesty of witness arising from my perfect nature. and where there is no “in” I still witnessed within me the beauty of my existence without an eye to see. Line 650 Poem of the Sufi Way Ibn al-Farid The classics of western spirituality