Miss y'all. I wanted to drop a line and say hello, and that all is well. I've been digging myself out of financial holes and working out, I've lost 30 pounds and gotten the ol' bank account out of the red. It dawned on me that reading Zen books while fat lazy and broke is just an escape from reality. Exercise, calorie counting and reconnecting with my father has been my "practice." Once I finish a few other obligations I'll resume my studies with the homie Huangbo.
A scrawling:
Well-read books are of little use When your own spine is weak and cover dusty, Who will read books or write poems When winter comes early? Daydreaming of flowers in spring Cold settles in the bones. A fool fills the perfect air With babblings of lotuses and dragons, He chases after golden Buddhas While his mother cries herself to sleep. Down into the grave, I join the Masters Only in death, not once in life. "He was a student of the Way" Some other fool might say, Such words are bitter company. Best to enjoy friends and kin at your table Before you climb fabled Sumeru And look down below At nothing.
Submitted March 07, 2018 at 12:19AM by ephemeral_archetype http://ift.tt/2D69EIN
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