Wrench

Wrench Poem: It is very bourgeoisie to have a desire for a thing. And to penetrate your Mind it helps not to have a belly. A Yogi is at least conscientious. His method is heavy repetition and routine but bliss lies at the end. Simran is not dead. Imagine if you meditated like some light a cigarette - you would really be lit. It would be super Toll. You could actually feel like you are spiritual with a glow. You could be like a big Wrench. A man doing Simran is like the ultimate simpleton. The sitting can be exquisite mainly if it is routine. Zen Masters just do it. You could study like a fool or just jump in the pool. My writings are complete after I have had nothing to eat. I either go outside or sit on the floor. I could live in an unfurnished suite. My things are gonna be thrown away is what I think. A continuing tendency to sit in meditation to me is the outward sign that someone is enlightened and that is the only known criterion. I am gonna study Kepler to see if he figured out the sound current. If you digitize your stuff then you can forget about it and become more Unknowing. You can moderate other addictions by having a Big One. Having a stable practice requires careful control of your thoughts and exposures. It makes sense to passthrough the black hole in you head before you are dead. The legs can be trained to sit on a flat plane and remember the names. With some effort you can become ordinary. You can get rid of your stuff. A Poem by David Smith October 10, 2019 #decluttering #wrench #supertoll #kepler