After sleeping till 6, today I woke up at 2 AM.

Today I start my day reading the poetry of Dai Wangshu (poem). He died at age 35 of an accidental overdose of his asthma medication. I wasn't aware that was a possibility. This is the last poet in Yilin Wang's translation of 5 contemporary poets from China. This little book is quite fun in that it gives a tantalizing taste of 5 different poets. It's been a great way to start my day, after finishing the biography on Rumi that i read. I've evolved to the place where reading poetry is the thing to do. 

After 4 days on the brahma-viharas, today I turn to anapanasati. I continue to do the 16 stages as sort of scales, to practice my meditative chops. I follow with a just sitting, which is free and open, and oddly when I have a focus I yearn for freedom, and when I have freedom I yearn for a focus. 

I've been watching summaries of the Korean movie Spring, Summer, Fall, Winter...Spring. I liked 3 of them on bluesky. 

My battery died, after ringing the bell for the 14th stage, disentangling.

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