My Mind to me a Kingdom is

My Mynde to me a Kingdome is 

Poem: You can close down your Life and mostly sit still inside your brain- that is the routine. You can be a practicing mystic not just an accidental one. You can be fully conscious and still disappear into the Sublime. It could be your primary habit. In effect you are a Monk or a Yogi. The Doctrine can be plucked out of the air. You can grow up to the third stage. The three stages are child, then Adult, then Enlightened. You are not done as Adult and have another step to go, that is if you are Human. You can light the sparkler in your head and pretend that you are dead. It is not so odd if it turns out to be the Universe’s basic mechanics. I employ the subroutine he himself installed on my initiation day which is not that far from Master’s day or Guru Purnima. If I learn something it is because of central processing. Transformation requires inspiration as well as an installation. If you cool your desires then you can easily put out fires. You can operate as if you replaced your wires. Cosmic radiation can serve as a more viral medication. You can empty your head just to prepare to be dead. If you are consistent you may someday carry a glowing amount of residual. Sublimity consists mostly of quietude. Some may think you are just a vegetable which is acceptable. Love is cumulative that is a certainty. A Celibate mystic is similar to a big old tree with his head chopped off. A Poem of David Smith July 5th, 2019 #fireworks #deadtreestump #gurupurnima #medication #edwarddyer to Sir Edward Dyer: My Mynde to me a kingdome is”