FIRE SERMON FOR THE SOLSTICE (opens in new tab)

My Lays Classic Potato Chips are made of fire\. My Jersey Mike's sub is made of fire\. The mayonnaise and provolone are made of fire\. My bread is made of fire\. Lips, tongue, belly on fire\. Buddha was wrong\. The senses are not on fire with suffering and desire, but with ananda\. Only here, on this burnt umber earth, can I repose in God-Consciousness and savor such crudities of bliss, a sandwich of bliss, a ginger beer, effervescing with bliss\. Nothing happens in this world but fire\. Not...