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The work of contemplation

  • Writer: davidsmith208
    davidsmith208
  • Sep 27, 2019
  • 1 min read

The work of contemplation Poem: The work of contemplation is something you naturally do when you are free of Sin. You can follow the Path of the Sublime if you are not filled up to the Rim. From emptiness you can start to move. We went to a tea shop but did not buy another tea because of the morality of the minimalist. We already had one at home we had not used up. Only after the apartment becomes empty will I be pregnant with opportunity. I could start with Simran and rejuvenate my body. You could use one-pointed concentration as your base camp. You can use your Third Eye as base camp to climb Mt. everest. You can take the names of the five gods as your companions as if you realized them. You can become a Monk just in the morning while still living in the private sector. You can state very clearly that you meditate until nine and start work at eleven like a modern day millennial. By coming in late you can completely alter your fate. Once you have achieved purity you can just listen to harmony. If short meditation seems good then an extremely long one must be better. Perhaps you should just meditate until you are dead. You can become an Engage´sort of like in French. Instead of dissipating you could be participating. Instead of sleeping you could go to a lot of spiritual meetings. You could become more lithe. A Poem by David Smith NYC September 27, 2019 #lithe #engage #contemplation #minimalism


 
 
 

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