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The Hustle and Bustle of Life

  • Writer: davidsmith208
    davidsmith208
  • Jul 4, 2019
  • 1 min read

The hustle and bustle of life Poem: The Rancor and hustle and bustle of life is confusing to the contemplative. He has to recollect his prana in the evening because it was dissipated during the day. It is socially incorrect to be tired if you have a functioning third eye. Perfection in Simran is like using your key to open the inward door into heaven. You can do it as a routine. With enough dedication you can end up in another location. Just to fast and be a snake charmer is all that is necessary. You can be an adventurer into the spiritual event horizon. I would propose preparation and persistent practice. It may be just up to God’s Will which may mysteriously turn out to be your own. You can make it happen by increasing the chances. You can remain serene in the midst of chaos. The interesting feature of meditation is you can effect a solution to problems that are about to occur in the future. You can call it preemptive care rather than pallative care. The use of the Mind isn’t necessary all of the time. To be an inspired poet it helps to be a mystic. To be an inspired mystic it helps to be a Poet. To be either it helps to enter the event horizon with perfection of Simran. You are better off dead than heavily read. The few friends that I have are mostly from Pakistan. A Poem by David Smith July 4th, 2019 #inspiration #pallativecare #mindfulness #mystic #poet #pakistan #hustleandbustle


 
 
 

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