At His Doorstep

At His doorstep Poem: I would like to just sit at the doorstep and have the Master come anoint my brain instead of allow myself to just drain. I could just sit on a flat plane instead of up in the air. I could study Zen either from a Shinto, Taoism or Confucian angle. I am still confused in how to learn Buddhism. I could sit for a long time to see what I have done wrong. I could bring about a rapprochement between good and evil. I could get my Doctorate in just Moon-gazing within Shinto. In the morning I had a glass of water with a drop of Miso, a kernel of bee pollen, and barely a drop of honey followed by a teaspoon of olive oil along with B12. My green tea is from Fukuoka. I could buy a half a teaspoon. There is nothing to do at four but sit on the floor. You can not get much more positive than to be enlightened. After you graduate from my class of meditating from four to eight you then get to continue to meditate from four to eight if you want to be great. After that you can just go to work and be a commoner and a mortal. A Poem by David Smith NYC December 18, 2019 #fukuoka #yamecha #greentea #B12 #miso #oliveoil #beepollen #moongazing #japanese #shinto #japan #moonday #zen #mahayana #tsukimi #shimogamo