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Big Boss poem: Saying Simran could be sort of like putting in the ignition key. Facing yourself could be like sitting right. These poems could be somehow informational. By contemplation you can improve your situation. You can fix your odds by just intervening. The upright posture is how you dislodge and get noticed by God. An ecstatic sets up his own conditions. It is sort of like silent prayer mode. You can just choose regular grace and not always have to be treated special. You can be a contemplative who writes his own missives. You can home School your inner self just to sit still. You can maintain an inner flame like it were your personal Olympics. Just living in this world without dedication makes you into a bleary-eyed drunk. The solution is not photoshop. Some may accuse me of plagiarizing but I would claim to be pythagoreanizing. You can execute regular grace upon yourself instead of waiting for special grace from God. In my religion, people that have not meditated don’t get to eat. Though to have to meditate without a boost and a clue seems would be difficult. You could rejoice if you could unveil your face. World travel should be accompanied by inner. Contemplation without Mind can make you begin to shine. God is worse than Big Boss and does not like a part-time devotee he prefers all-in at least at first. I might be the most fitting to just say it is advanced Yoga. Who would think I would just become a Yogi and discover the Moon. Serenity can be the ultimate in pleasure. It accompanies the Bodhisattva at leisure. You can get a Doctorate in Happiness Studies by just abandoning the self and not being judgmental. You could recalibrate your metaphysical age to when you became serious and not before. You can learn about something but if you did not put it into practice it did not happen. You could be like Simone Weil at least for awhile. In your Urban Haute Bourgeoisie enlightenment Christmas party you could invite: Shiv Dayal Singh, Jaimal Singh, Sawan Singh, Kirpal Singh, Darshan Singh, Rajinder Singh, Gobind Singh, Arjan Singh, Guru Nanak, Kabir, Rumi and Buddha ..... You could create a long list and remain in bliss. Your praxis can be to just use five words as your five pillars to lead you to the road leading to water. If you can be truly pious, God will teach you. A Poem by David Smith NYC November 25, 2019 #BigBoss #Delingos #SimoneWeil #koran2:282 The Discreet Charm of the Bourgeoisie (French: Le Charme discret de la bourgeoisie) is a 1972 surrealist film directed by Luis Buñuel[1] and written by Jean-Claude Carrière in collaboration with the director.[2] The film was made in France and is mainly in French, with some dialogue in Spanish.