How long will be my wait?

How long will be my wait? Poem: God how long will be my wait until the deep state? If He has to answer it then He has to make it. I could go into it. Apparently the solutions to all the problems of the world is just to go to another. It is strange that you already got a temple. If you play tennis with a lot of orientals it is like studying Zen. If you save up your sperm you might end up with Straight As at the end of the term. You soon realize the teachings is just the rituals. The perfection of the flexibility of the legs and knees can be used to jump into the deep pond. You can just do Simran while being turned-on. Whether there is a Buddha should concern you not. He can always be replaced with just super-consciousness. The sound can be profound. I went in search of myself, and found myself alone in a room staring at a spot on the wall. You can just start all over-again and just do tratak. When you get old you can finally reach the Capitol. The mystic path can just be internal. When you have meditated for two hours then you are finally ready for another. The secret to transcendence is just maintenance. A Zen Master technically cannot be a Guru because he is empty. Words only exist because of trickle down. To reach thoroughly (Thoreauly) the Divine the first thing you have to do is stop Time (Chronos). When you reach the threshold of Heaven it could be quarter to seven. If you want to be strong just be alone. You could practice meditation without hesitation. You could write a long poem. In the deep part of the well you can find a rhythm that sells. On a daily basis you can be sincere and impartial. I’m the worst person so I have to meditate longer than others that is the explanation. On the days when the weather is bad my exercise becomes spiritual. A Poem by David Smith NYC December 19, 2019 #alone #strong #exercise #tratak #meditation #poetry