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Happiness today
Tomorrow it slips away
What’s the fuckin’ point?
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THE FUCKIN’ POINT
At any moment
You might reach enlightenment
Or at least have sex
Putting something in 5-7-5 form doesn’t make it any less stupid.
If one’s life is lived for something “possibly” happening in some “maybe” future then they are living their life like one of those fools who believes this incarnate existence is just passing the time for some fairy tale Heaven.
When someone is sad, the advice given by the yoga posers is, “This will pass.” When someone is hurting they are told, “There will be happier times ahead.” Until you can savor the sadness without needing to drown in it syrup, your life is always going to be anywhere but in the PRESENT.
Talking about “Heaven,” “Enlightenment,” “sex” is like forcing down my mother’s dry chicken, all the while fantasizing about a pleasant dessert that may or may not come. Either figure out how to enjoy that bone-dry tooth chipper or tell the bitch that it’s unpalatable and just eat the dessert!
Your Haiku was pretty good. I suggest you start a blog and write all your Haikus there instead of here. Just don’t think you’re spiritual because you live inside a mandated form.
Thanks for both slamming and praising my haiku. The fuckin’ point of which may possibly have been crass rather than serious.
The yoga authentics (from what I understand) say “Be Here Now”, and also that you’re lucky to be a human this lifetime because not only can you eat dessert and write stupid haikus but you also “might” reach enlightenment. Or you might just meditate a lot and then die.
Or waste away perfectly beautiful beach days on the internet and then die. Or maybe we’ll live forever like it says in that pamphlet the Jehovah’s witnesses gave me yesterday.
My yoga is here at Starbucks, aware of the conversations, the music, the air-conditioning, my breath, and the slouchy posture I’ve taken in this squishy armchair. What the future holds is not important.
My spirituality does not come from writing dumb haikus, or answering your blogs.
All I ever got from writing dumb haikus was a free record from Spaceghost.