The Big Chill

The Big Chill Poem: From what I understand all initiates that fall below the minimum will fail. To succeed in anything the first thing you have to do is meditate. Your prospects are not good if you do not follow through. You are just destined to suffer until you wake up. These platitudes have a lot of rigor. The journey on the path takes place right now not yesterday and tomorrow. The steps along the Buddhist path are gigantic not little - we all know that. Who is going to play the long game? I barely know anything about Zen. It doesn’t seem like I will ever get to Kyoto. I have not got any plan. Is it possible to cut open the sky with a pair of scissors? Old men can sit on the floor until they are worn out. How do you grab energy from another planet? Is that astrophysics? You can turn over your mind to central processing and just see if it can be re-conditioned? When you come to deep winter it could just be a good time to begin. With Simran you could say Jhimm Jhimm. If you withdraw from Human contact you do not have to enlarge your Ego. All I do is meditate, play tennis, play piano and eat. But I am not very great and I was already destroyed by the authorities of late. On super cold days just contemplation could be your exercise that is if you live in Canada. When you turn 65 you can just makeup for all your slothfulness when you were 25. Even if you are an intellectual you can still practice being a simpleton. It would be so dope if you were totally lit. Meditation can be the ultimate in self-development skill too bad it is not taught in school starting very young. Now I have to use a lot of HeadSpace just to catch up. If I could just listen to the music of the spheres then I would no longer have any fears. I could go into a permanent state of transformation. You can chill for a very long time if you just do Simran. A Poem by David Smith NYC December 18, 2020

#chill #lit #dope #sodope There’s a Gahan Wilson cartoon showing an aged Zen master with a huffy expression sitting on his meditation mat alongside a young student, also sitting on a mat, saying to the student: “Nothing happens next. This is it.” Well, in any given session, this is it. Nothing is supposed to happen next.