Pass Away, Everyday

Poem:

Continue to breathe, look, and recite This is the way to be bright If you are a complete simpleton You can become one. You do not have to exaggerate the accomplishment, it could just be events in your third eye. The advanced form of yoga takes place in your head after you withdraw from the body. Crossing over can become routine, like taking the ferry. It helps to learn the basic conditions like “grounded theory”. Though you use it to leave the earth instead. You do not have to be well breed to realize God in your head. Though it helps if you get out of bed. Life is like one long repetition reminding you that it is not here but is over there and you have to realize it. If you go deep into your third eye you can get rid of your spy and travel further into the sky. You have to do a lot of repetitions to build enough momentum. Modern man though he thinks he is a lot faster is still very slow in leaving the body. He seems too grounded in theory. You can tell a man 10,000 times what the purpose of life is and he still does not get it. That is why a 10,000 poems about meditation is needed. You could write one every day and be done in 28 years. To stabilize you practice you just need to sit for very long hours like you actually are a disciple. After a while you reach the infinite and it becomes permanent. Instead of just being an ordinary human you can become Buddha. Nothing really changes you just adapt a new lifestyle. It has been suggested that you should go further than your third eye but I don’t know how to? You have to go a lot higher that is why nirvana and samadhi is just for children. Becoming a monk is pretty far out in Protestant culture it is like becoming Emily Dickinson. All she needed was a single bed, a wood burning stove and a writing table. I dreamed I was in nineteen century Amherst. By the way, that which is beyond the third eye is the sound current. I just don’t know from whence it bloweth and where it goeth. Between longing and sitting a long time, I pass away everyday. DS Poem October 26, 2018 Page 215, A Yogi’s brain, Altered Traits Ibn al-Farid poem: “between longing and craving, I passed away Bearing rejection Revealing majesty. Verse 32-33 Poem of the Sufi Way Ibn Al-Farid I should not dare to be so sad 1197 I should not dare to be so sad So many Years again— A Load is first impossible When we have put it down— The Superhuman then withdraws And we who never saw The Giant at the other side Begin to perish now. Poem 1197 Emily Dickinson #brain #yoga #groundedtheory #alteredtraits #superman #ibnalfarid