The Cloud of Unknowing and John Main

The Cloud of Unknowing and John Main Poem: Those destined for greatness start at three while 5am is like the minimum - that is if you want to be alive. 5 to 7 is like the crown of heaven. That is if you want to go to Sat Naam. You can reconcile you positions in the evening if you are a vaapaaran. You can trade in your Life for the Naam. Wayfarers on the Way can read my poetry. The day for teaching total enlightenment is today not tomorrow. Forgetting to meditate in the evening is a bourgeoise thing and is as bad as eating late. It is not uncommon to have a seat, back pillow and a yoga mat even for the minimalist because it is something useful in the cause. When your third eye is working - sort of like a car you don’t put diesel fuel in it - by eating meat or booze and ruining it. You can just sit still and do Simran and forget about your place in the world as eventually you have to go out of it anyways. Seeds, Nuts and salad greens are enough. Anything more is bourgeoise and nasty. Two small knee pads can actually function like a yoga mat. You can get your Doctorate in meditation if you stop thinking all the time. You could read the Cloud of Unknowing and John Main. You can behave like Mary instead of Martha and become a contemplative. From five to seven you can just go up to heaven. You can avoid rush hour. You can solve your Soul withdrawal problem and solve all the world’s problems. By just holding hands you can transmit the necessary sacraments. Simran can be done to protect the blind. In the center of your Mind I have no choice but to consider my existence as fragile that is consistent with wisdom. Writing poetry is an acceptable occupation for someone who has run out of alloted time. A Poem by David Smith September 18, 2019 #sacraments #poetry #cloudofunknowing #johnmain