The things I like are very primitive

Poem:

The things I like are very primitive. I like to take long walks with the dogs. I like to sit by the fire. I like to practice archery. I just do Simran in my head I might go for a jog or play volleyball I warm up with yoga. I like to singalong at Yale. I don’t like bread and eat cabbage instead. I worship the Sun My music preference is Baroque. In fact I like Couperin. Moongazing at night is my other delight. Books are ok but only for pundits in their prime. A return to sitting comes natural especially at sunset. Separation from the light is an aberration. Your stomach should not eat before your head. If you underline simplicity and purity like Emily you can sit still inside your brain and concentrate like her in “Imitation”. Writing poetry could be the natural outcome of making a fire. If I stop desiring things and stop eating very much am I half way along to being sublime or must I learn more virtues? If I sit still in contemplation does that help me avoid Sin? What about listening to the primeval music of nature? It is an odd fact that in the game of Life that which is outside your head is out of bounds. Is that solipsism? It is just that being balanced probably requires a proper time period of just going “in” If God is in the Spine that must refer to a Highway. To be fully human you have to be a Yogi in Union at least some of the time. DS Poem November 27, 2018 In general, mankind, since the improvement of cookery, eats twice as much as nature requires. Benjamin Franklin Poor Richard's Almanack (1734) Temptation youtube