Up in the Air

Poem:

You could just make your plans to go into the air. You don’t need to go anywhere. India could be Sublime but you could always go there in time. You could go to Chicago but where would you unwind? You can go to Germany and still have an English Garden. Or you could just go up to your Third Eye as if it were another planet. At least you don’t have to plan it. The benefits are the same if you go to multiple satsangs. Or you could just become totally transcendental. Where God’s Will is essential. My panacea for Life could just be to go back in time to my cup of water and glance and just from there go up. You could first become enlightened and then go in triumph. You could go into extremely long time period practice for like a decade for example. 

A Poem of David Smith March 1, 2019