The purpose of Life

The purpose of Life poem: The purpose of life is to love God and play tennis. You could go to Oxford and just wear cotton. You could just read classics and play the piano. You could meditate in the early morning and then go rowing. You can just eat fruits and vegetables along with some nuts. You can go to your Guru’s doorstep and just wait there until he has room. Your groin can be joined to your brain in such a manner the nectar can rain. You could mine the treasures of India in Sanskrit at your leisure. By regular practice you can easily just end dry spells and be enlightened. You could keep your knees nymphal and sing from your hymnal. In the church you could play the organ just on the great register. There is no need for crying once your concentration is established. You don’t have to celebrate Samsara but can just write in your Journal. Instead of going to the Pub you could just drink green tea and fall in love. In the afternoon you can play all the symphonies of Beethoven with all the accents and tempos. You can play all the parts just on the piano. You can just treat your body like it is the temple. You can declutter your papers as a symbol of your brain. In that case it is good to have a cloud space for unknowing. You could get a Doctorate in just emptying yourself. Transcendental consciousness is hard to resist. You can just put students into meditation and serve coffee. 2026 could be when you turn 50. Your theological turn can become theurgical as you develop your practice into a morning ritual. The Soul is nothing else than the life of the body. Coordination is my nation could be your motto. A Poem by David Smith NYC November 20, 2019 #tennis #piano #beethoven #oxford