Palaces of Pleasure Gallery 2

When you do things from your “soul”, you feel a river
moving in you, a joy.

When actions come from another section, the feeling

Don’t let others lead you. They may be blind or, worse, vultures.

Reach for the rope of God. And what is that? Putting aside self-will.

Because of willfulness people sit in jail, the trapped bird’s wings are tied,
fish sizzle in the skillet.

The anger of police is willfulness. You’ve seen a magistrate
inflict visible punishment.

Now see the invisible. If you could leave your selfishness, you
would see how you’ve been torturing your soul. We are born and live inside black water in a well.

How could we know what an open field of sunlight is?

Don’t insist on going where you think you want to go. Ask the way to the spring. Your living pieces will form a harmony.

There is a moving palace that floats in the air with balconies and clear water flowing through, infinity everywhere, yet contained under a single tent.

Excerpt from the translations of Coleman Barks© by owner. provided at no charge for educational purposes

My daily meditation

I am blessed to live in the very centre of London. The best thing about London is the men. Big masculine buttocks are everywhere. I like to spend at least 30 minutes everyday, sitting quietly, some where really busy, watching all the manly magick go by. Imaging what each would look like naked.

If it’s a particularly amazing specimen I might even follow him for a while, watching those dancing beauties. After nearly 50 years research I have come to the conclusion that grey jogging pants are a man’s greatest asset and that scaffolders tend to wear them the tightest, and that when it comes to masculine arses, The bigger those manifestly buttocks the better.

My daily meditation has bought me lots of pleasure and utmost joy. It has truly inspired me.