The Past

The Past Poem: The Past has no place except in the writer’s workshop. The future is hard to predict anyways. The present is the place to stay. The leaving of the body for the inner planes is something that should occur on everyday of the places on your bucket list because the main journey is within. You can just do Simran to relieve your pain or just do a takeaway. Evening meditation could be like being an amateur astronomer calibrating his laser on the moon in the sky while realizing that soon you will die. Man is born in a sorry state and has to be uplifted by a Saint. The principle use of the iphone is to facilitate writing in the dark and then putting poetry up into the cloud. Even without knowing it you could be an in the dark cloud author. To be a true contemplative you have to like to get up and wait. You could get married to the holy spirit and then just listen to the sound current. You could leave a crater on the Moon when you crash through it. Your Soul squeezed through a pinhole is the ultimate photography as well as minimal. You can greatly increase your detachment by finding something better. An advanced disciple does not have much agenda besides trying to remain cool. Meditation tends to lower inflammation. You can have a transformative-zeroed out brain by constant practice. You can execute a preemptive prayer so you do not have to later on complain. It is good to keep up the niceties of the Mind so they do not disrupt the Sublime. You physical Life is just a footnote in the Epic Tale of your Inner Journey. You can take a SatGuru as your benchmark as a for-thought. You can make a GodMan your King. At the end of your minimalistic declutter you reach the old negatives which typically depict everything uncluttered. As you remove the junk from your room you can increase the room for your Third Eye. That way there could be room for you to be sitting with Buddha. There are different stages of enlightenment the first comes in the morning, the second in the afternoon and the third in the evening, after that it is too late. It is not necessary to stop breathing but just to stop thinking. Or just set the mind on a track so it can run like an athlete. Cosmic Nectar can be your trickle-down in which you can achieve true economy. You can extend your wealth by just opening up the fence. You can extend your mystical experience right through Thoreau thoroughly so. A Poem by David Smith NYC November 7, 2019 #bucketlist #rilke #moon #satguru #henrydavidthoreau