Bliss Itself

Bliss Itself Poem: You can work on core conversion at the root of your Soul. The Life stream is sort of like a Moon beam. You can activate your central processor instead of not be aware of it. The top of the world is actually in your brain including mount sumeru. Instead of having a dream you can wake up. Some people think the work of contemplation is where you sit and stare at your navel. Actually you look at your Third Eye which is a bit higher. Simran done in the sky is what makes you fly. It is sort of like the practice of forgetting the body. My poems are just ten thousand analogies. A journey through the tunnel makes a pleasant vacation. It can also be your vocation. You can just make devotion your religion. Instead of complaining all the time you could be dying. You could set a precedent in how to be present. I don’t take all the credit. You can expand your empire into the Godly universe. You can pray to go to an opening. Just cultivating your own milieu could be your saving grace. You could get a Doctorate in Headspace. There is no need for a special room because it is you. The Gurus claim to have a secret which is already proven. If you believe in it then you can engage in it. You can go to the center of the black hole and apply for a transfer. When you come to my talk, I refuse to speak and just meditate. Thus that is what I teach. That would be the end of the debate. You can’t shrink your bones but you can be alone. We are supposed to take a road trip to Concord and Walden. You can find a cure for your aliment - that of just being a human- by sitting in longer meditation. Your morning can end in triumph on the third try. You can make your DNA malleable by just withdrawing your Soul. Starvation is very similar to meditation. You can make Bliss Itself your hymnal. A Poem by David R. Smith NYC A New Londoner October 23, 2019 #newlondonohio #mountsumeru #devotion #savinggrace #headspace #meditation #concord #walden