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The Reversal

  • Writer: davidsmith208
    davidsmith208
  • Aug 23, 2019
  • 1 min read

The Reversal Poem: The process of always going out can be reversed by going in. The outside is somewhat the same - except in thought. If you enter a ten year program it makes sense if you advance very well in the eighth year. You can advance in your main mission if you subordinate the others. If you are not in pain and making gains you should persist right through the inner planes. You don’t need to do analysis because it is just a waste. With the chaos surrounding you - you are lucky to have structured serenity periodically. If you want to be an Ivy League intellectual you can just play tennis. You can just do Simran until you reach Sach Khand that way you won’t fall again into Sin. Doing yoga is kinda like building a church. Once you reach total enlightenment you can live out of your suitcase in a minimalist room and detach from all your books. If you still have a Kindle that would please Amazon. Alexa could talk to you and play you music - she is small anyways. Your brain could just be the inner music restructured playing the refrain. When the saucy breeze comes you can get a better connection. These poems are intended to help you further in the next step of your journey - your next meditation. A Poem by David Smith August 22, 2019 #inversion #goingin #meditation #tennis #yoga #kindle #amazon #alexa #saucybreeze 


 
 
 

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