Practices Lead Nowhere

The world

Is in love with practices.

 

Because it seeks

To go nowhere.

 

Those who preach practice,

A thousand years later . . .

Are still practicing.

 

Truth

Is not a function of practice.

 

But the world

And its religions,

And its spiritual traditions

Do not seek Truth.

 

They are only concerned

With being a good religious practitioner.

 

With being a good meditator.

 

With being a good this or that.

 

They are caught

In a web of concepts.

 

No man

Comes into this world

Seeking to be ‘a good meditator.’

 

The things that the human heart longs for

Are things that concepts

And practices

Can never provide.

 

But man,

Through his experiences in the world

Recognizes that he he cannot have the ultimate,

So he settles for the worldly things.

 

There is no form of cosmetic

That he is not interested in.

 

There is no chase

He does not wish to enter.

 

There is no practice

He does not wish to do.

 

But it is precisely the one

Who has no interest in conventions or concepts

That has a chance.

 

It is precisely the one

Who seeks The Ultimate,

Come hell or high water,

That has a chance.

 

Common men

Seek common things.

 

A mule

Can practice.

 

Mules

Do not reach The Ultimate.

 

There are Truths

That must be realized,

If one seeks The Ultimate.

 

Truths that may break one’s mind

Into a million pieces.

 

Truths that will destroy all his concepts

And frameworks.

 

Practices

Are busy work

For the common

And the insincere.

 

They need something to be occupied with,

So they are put in a corner

And told to practice forever.

 

The Truth

Is for the man

Who has no interest

In compromising away his life.

 

It is beyond anything he thinks

Or believes

Or knows.

 

The world

Is a factory of practices.

And a carnival

Of neon lights.

 

The Truth . . .

The Ultimate . . .

Live in another place entirely.

 

 

Namaste.