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Turn the other cheek to the nipping wind

  • Writer: davidsmith208
    davidsmith208
  • Dec 21, 2019
  • 1 min read

Turn the other cheek to the nipping wind Poem: Not meditating on time is very bad for the spine. It could create ripples in space time. Your lotus posture can be an extreme workstation. You can get a Doctorate in just personal empowerment. Your meditation can just be a continuation of the last. You can go into institutional grade samadhi. Hesitating during intermission is very suspicious. Simran might cure the condition. A bit of miso with bee pollen and a spoonful of olive oil make a bit of brain particles along with B12 and green tea. You can set your Soul free instead of be attached. Your personal story can be wrote down in a book rather than thought about, that way you will not be misunderstood. Fixing the mind right in the center of a dime might save you a lot of time. All kinds of exercise is good but the Soul is nurtured at the core by light and sound and you can rely most on trickle down. You can concentrate on a big star and then crash through the Moon like a waka poet you do not have to be Mohammed. If you start the day right you can always re-engage with Grace. If you are completely withdrawn it could lead to more charm. You can cut through HeadSpace like it was miso paste. Poetry should just be about the Cosmic Adventure. It can easily replace entertainment and leisure. You can turn the other cheek to the nipping wind and be smitten. A Poem by David Smith NYC December 21, 2019 #davidsmith208 #walden #thoreau 


 
 
 

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