Sand Castle

Poem:

Rather than being sad before you go to bed, you can sit still just enough time that you do not have to weep. You can generate enough bliss that you will be able to sleep. A super long sitting can remove all the pain and refresh your brain. It is something you can train. It is a strange paradox that the enlightened monk accomplishes something and the leveraged capitalist doesn’t. His empire is nothing but a sand castle. The transcendental will last and the other doesn’t and the Soul knows it. Some people get so caught up with acquisition they don’t realize that some day they have to dispel it. I imagine my rhymes are eternal maybe I should carve them in stone. Once you reach the Third Eye it is like being on the top of a mountain. You can only look down. Mountain climbers are usually happy. Because going up is symbolic. You can drink transcendental wine and get intoxicated all the time. You can pipe music into your cerebellum. It is thought to be free but not really. You have to post all of yourself to BEONE in this reality. DS Poem January 17, 2019 #poem #mountainclimbing #beone