Breathe

Breathe Poem: If there must be something you continue to do while you meditate it is breathe not think. It would be magical to find the highspeed pathway through the higher planes. Sort of like a wormhole or a tunnel. The Japanese admire the Inner Moon. You can increase your Simplicity until it becomes ExtraOrdinary. You can be so detached that you don’t even entertain your thoughts. You can start seeing in high resolution. To activate your Third Eye is a blessing. You can die and still remain alive. John Main’s words about meditation are eloquent because he did so. You can smooth out and pave your highway. Once you have flattened your desires then you can move on the jet stream. Accurate regularity and regular accuracy make you a champion. You can develop strength and purity through meditation which qualifies you to fly on Spirit to Chicago. When you get Old you come to admire Agile Youth. When you have to wait you can do a Yoga of the Brain instead of complain. You can learn every language and become an amateur linguist. You can play every instrument and also sing. To become One you can just be Single and always get up. When you reach the threshold you can just continue that is the breakfast of champions. Always eating the birthday cake is one way of making sure you don’t have many - as life span is flexible and one-dimensional. “The creative act of self-denial - meditation, produces, as it were, a vacuum into which eternity can flow”. The moment of sitting can become monumental like going into a cathedral or great church. Listening to the sound current is like going back to being original. Meditating is very similar to digging for Gold. You can improve your odds with more effort. In some ways it is actually better because in reality everyone deep down has the treasure. You can develop psychic powers but only use the ones necessary to play piano. You can submit to a process that helps you transform. Union with Sat Naam could be your Samadhi. You can clear all the cobwebs with strength and purity. You could do all of it before you reach Seventy. It is sort of like being a Farmer where you plant your seeds and then just hoe out your weeds. I unknowingly place this poem in the cloud. A Poem by David Smith music mystic August 26, 2019 #johnmain #simplicity #thecloudofunknowing Page 241 The Perennial Philosophy