Bad Buddhist
Earlier this evening I went to hang with the Buddhists -- something that I do every now and then on Thursday evenings. I'm comforted by the smell of the incense and occasionally even listen to the dharma talk.
Tonight I was a bad buddhist. Yeah, I know, I'm not supposed to heap judgment upon myself, but tonight during the 45-minute silent meditation all I did was sit and think about sex. Tried to do the "Thinking, thinking..." thing where you observe that you are thinking and then return to the breath and all that shit. It didn't work. About five minutes in I discovered that 45-minute silent meditations make most excellent fantasy time. The guest teacher had no idea what he did during that sitting. Neither did the woman on the cushion in front of mine. Some of you out there might have even played a role. Bare attention. That's for sure.
Like I said -- Bad. Buddhist.
Tonight I was a bad buddhist. Yeah, I know, I'm not supposed to heap judgment upon myself, but tonight during the 45-minute silent meditation all I did was sit and think about sex. Tried to do the "Thinking, thinking..." thing where you observe that you are thinking and then return to the breath and all that shit. It didn't work. About five minutes in I discovered that 45-minute silent meditations make most excellent fantasy time. The guest teacher had no idea what he did during that sitting. Neither did the woman on the cushion in front of mine. Some of you out there might have even played a role. Bare attention. That's for sure.
Like I said -- Bad. Buddhist.