You might get lucky

You might get lucky Poem: If you just sit and try to open your Third Eye, you might get lucky on the third try. I don’t know the reason why? For some reason three is sacred as is seven. You could sit in meditation from 3 until 7. Before enlightenment you look for that thing in the world to cure you. After enlightenment you just go inside yourself and don’t need anything. If you need something it just appears on it’s own. You can just go inside yourself in Jackson Heights and call it India, you can even learn Hindi. If you go to Hindu satsang it would be very similar. The proof is in the pudding but it is not like you go and get it then come out. Instead you become the pudding. You have to stay in the pudding and not come out. If you become like a dead tree stump as in brain dead Zen you can find Love. 

A Poem of David Smith 

March 17, 2019 St. Patrick’s Day