Bon Mots

Bon Mots Poem: Instead of breaking your heart you can pierce open your third eye by concentration. Mostly just eliminate attachment. In the old days you had to deal with your karma which now they just call stress. It is either way still the same mess. You can post yourself in heaven and place a book mark in your scripture. If you can go through the tenth door it is questionable whether you need anything more than a floor. You can easily adhere to extreme minimalism if you are a Zen Master. You can take on a big speculative bet just on religion and by default win. You can use Guru recall to penetrate your eye, otherwise it is like being a lame duck. The bon mots is just to be advanced. The real Bon Mots is just not to worry. Success in Life sort of  depends on long periods of concentration, if someone wants to disrupt it is sort of like having to get a rug. You can develop devotion like a sort of special promotion. When you live alone you can establish 3am as being your morning. You can go to bed at eight rather than wasting your time up late. 8 o’clock at night is not the proper time for a concert if you are in line with the greats. I am establishing my order since no one else bothered to. You don’t have to have any bon mots you can have none. Contemplation is complete in itself that is the rub. An ecstatic can seem like a drug addict. Maybe you could live in an attic. In Zen just sitting contented is like being operational. There is a subtle truth that is intuitive that you can access the inner highway. You can just go alone and bypass Rome. You can spend your whole life just waiting for your Guru which to others may just seem like a waste but you don’t need anything below your neck or your waist. There is no need to “see the truth of heavenly secrets through a glass and in riddles” (I Cor xiii, 12) you can be a contemplative with a face unveiled. The number of books you have can be limited to the ones you are reading. The food you buy can be cooking time targeted. You can live like a Monk and not be in the woods. Your huge supplies can be given away and you could try a wood stove. A Poem by David Smith NYC November 23, 2019 #amritvela #bonmots #worry #contemplation #addiction #zen #corinthiansI13:12 #richardstvictor Page 41 Richard of St-Victor Selected writings on Contemplation Translated by Clare Kirchberger