The Golden Triangle

The Golden Triangle Poem: The real golden triangle is your arms connected to your knees in a long meditation sitting. To think it is outside yourself is very philistine. The purpose of life is to sit like a King with the Mind as your subject. My brain is especially dense because I have a lot of bad karma so I have to sit longer. God! Why is my head so foggy and dense? Is it something I ate? Is it a past thought? Maybe I am too tense? Maybe if I just shrink until I am just a periscope? I thought the purpose of life was to see Inner light not to just always fight. To go into perfect union seems like it is better for the skin. By the time you develop right understanding by the method of the individualistic western man - trial and error- you are already an old man. So from age 60 to 70 you have to sit in meditation before it is too late instead of play golf. The Zen Buddhist might say it is enough that you looked but I say that is not good enough. It is only by persistent practice that you can remove the cobwebs and that it can not be treated casual. I have gained some momentum by saving my ojas but what has God done lately? I have been working and he is lazy. It is not good enough to be a stream-winner you should be a Bodhisattva instead. Deep meditation is the new feel-good if you have done enough to achieve critical-mass. If you combine monotheism with detachment you could just become a meditator and practice one pointillism in fact just in your head. You have to practice your Simran if you want to become well breed. You can change your genes if you are upset with them through plasticity. When it rains you could get an automatic extension. You can start with a Satguru and then someday realize you have also got it. The most important thing to your health is to cool the inflammation of the mind. If I consulted with Buddha about my theory of the inflammation of the Mind he would say You are dead on. Think of what it would be like if everyone of your thoughts was an actor, you would have a bigger mess than Shakespeare. How would so many actors enter and exit the stage? A Poem by David Smith NYC July 23, 2019 #shakespeare #satguru #buddha #sixty