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Going to a Spa

  • Writer: davidsmith208
    davidsmith208
  • Oct 5, 2019
  • 1 min read

Going to a Spa Poem: Life in the world is sort of like sticking your head in a meat grinder, whereas mediation is like going to the Spa. It can be done from anywhere. It is sort of like playing piano you have to be an advanced player to fully enjoy it. You have to complete the preliminary exercises to move on to playing harmony. Purity can be used as a weapon to obtain a concession. You can do Simran without succession. Generally you don’t criticize and complain. You can dig channels for your Chi. You can setup a Meditation Center almost everywhere. Instead of searching for a plane you can think for a change. When you write a book you can super-charge the words with thought transference. You can be God conscious if you just remain. Self annihilation is a sacred trick. Those who arrive on time and are slim are perceived as virtuous. Because of the pressure of the Age, everyday is when you make the grand push in contemplation and consider the Deep Dark between you and outer space. A lack of grace can be replaced with many attempts in a lot of places. Though third time is usually a charm that could be the true Trinity. I don’t worry about wooden church doctrine and just focus on movement. A Poem by David Smith October 5, 2019 #trinity 


 
 
 

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