Surat Shabd Yogi

Surat Shabd Yogi Poem: To forget to do afternoon or evening meditation is like being a barbarian and uncultured in the Golden Age. It could lead to a set back - same as overeating. It would be better if you were a gentleman living in Kyoto next to the library and the temple. Incorporating Simran into your poetry could be like self-fulfilling prophesy. You could start out your day as a surat shabd yogi then switch to being devoted. To find the purpose of Life you could drink green tea and contemplate that which is minimal. Instead of dreaming you could just stop thinking. You could stop worrying about what is important and just be it. You could just harvest your own energy as a way of being sustainable. The cool breeze could speak for God. Instead of using the Mind to find a desire you can go straight up into the Sublime as a bypass. Thoughts in your head could be treated like clutter and just removed to the edge. Everytime you sit you could achieve enlightenment and the fact that you continue to repeatedly sit indicates that you did. The Spiritual Master does not have to be a Scholar he could just be a creature of habit. His knowledge could come from being filled up after he was empty. You usually can’t indoctrinate others unless you don’t try to. In this world Samadhi is the main thing and is best done into infinity. You could just become totally enlightened and then just see what happens. If you can overcome the smell of time you can conquer your Mind. And just end up doing Simran all the time. Why be left on the threshold when you could be bold. Queens, New York is the capital of the world where we dig up the most Gold. It is not somewhere else, it is all here. A Poem by David Smith NYC, music theorist August 11, 2019 #queens #suratshabdyoga #yoga