Black Friday

Poem:

You can do an experiment of great beauty You can imitate Buddha You can sit cross-legged And focus at a point inside your brain. You can do it first thing in the morning. You can extend the time if it rains. Each time you sit it could be like forever But not really, eventually you go to the bathroom. You might find a spot in your head that serves as a portal. You could turn the sound current into a thunderous roar but first your Simran Dhikr should dominate and be great. It is more important than the family even on the holiday. On Black Friday you can begin in the dark even if it is cold. Just dress well and cover your head. I start with no coffee and get some at the first break. Since you ate at 2pm the day prior your stomach should be empty. My situation is like everyman. The location of the truth in my brain is exactly the same. I just have to sit still and not complain. When you play pool or archery you just use dead- reckoning. You can goose up your head with remembrance and pretend you are dead. You can imagine you have already won the lottery and are now just trying to pursue spirituality. This Thanksgiving I wanted to be like a Puritan and ate no meat and drank no booze. I wanted to drink a liquor never brewed. Though I like to eat a lot of raspberries. As long as I am not harried, the days pass without Sin. I can always begin again. When it is your chance to be helpful you should not pass like you are playing gin. I try to not eat too much because I want to be slim. My chief specialty is meditation all the time which is good for the brain and you will never be the same. My blog is my letter to the world that does not write back. Though my penetration is small it is still happening. Now that I am on pension the only place I can afford is in the countryside in India. I will have to learn Hindi. I can’t afford the city. It is strange to be an advanced meditator because the first thing you do is play dead. Life as you normally know it is over with once you discover Gold. God’s sound current is like a thunderous applause. There is no need for Man’s recognition, your narcissism could drop to zero. I just like to make my own decisions. If you sit still inside your brain you could realize the sublime in no time and everything would begin to rhyme all the time. DS Poem November 23, 2018 Black Friday After Thanksgiving South Salem Over there peculiar of light I keep one ray to clarify the sight to seek them by Poem 1362 Emily Dickinson I taste a liquor never brewed (214) Emily Dickinson, 1830 - 1886 I taste a liquor never brewed –  From Tankards scooped in Pearl –  Not all the Frankfort Berries Yield such an Alcohol! Inebriate of air – am I –  And Debauchee of Dew –  Reeling – thro' endless summer days –  From inns of molten Blue –  When "Landlords" turn the drunken Bee Out of the Foxglove's door –  When Butterflies – renounce their "drams" –  I shall but drink the more! Till Seraphs swing their snowy Hats –  And Saints – to windows run –  To see the little Tippler Leaning against the – Sun! ——- And with what body do they come?' - Then they do come - Rejoice! What Door - What Hour - Run - run - My Soul! Illuminate the House! 'Body!' Then real - a Face and Eyes - To know that it is them! Paul knew the Man that knew the News - He passed through Bethlehem - by Emily Dickinson #blackfriday #pool #archery #raspberries #narcissism #thanksgiving2018 #emilydickinson #liquorneverbrewed