Thousand Year Peach Pit

Thousand Year Peach Pit 

Poem: Instead of practicing spirituality you can just condition your mind with mediocracy and passivity by watching TV. You could do Simran instead and have alacrity. After a long period of meditation you can realize magnetic north is in every direction. The top of your head can lift off and you can become a starman. Instead of solving all the problems of the world you can just meet God. You can just look and not have a plan that way you can have something bigger than the earth. You can just put a pulsar in your head and don’t need the outer space channel. You could just study math and physics if you still have forty years until you are dead. Your ojas can accumulate at a fierce pace and cause you to pierce through space. You can reach the end of a year in a way that you do not have to be ashamed. If you meditate and live in a simple way you can reach instead of a crossroads - the road - the one true way. You may experience total annihilation in the world that is the natural balance of the forces of good and evil and eventually you will get through it or perhaps thoroughly (Thoreau-ly) experience it and then rise above it. If you wish to know yourself completely, my advice is to make an appointment with a Sant Mat Guru and go to the inner worlds. Eventually your hips and knees can be tamed if you sit five times a day - it just becomes routine. You can be awakened like Buddha instead of just be ashamed. You can just erase the past like it was just Fireworks particles. Maybe sex is the ultimate zen koan and my thousand year peach pit. Maybe that is because it is absurd. A Poem by David Smith NYC December 31, 2019 #sex #ojas #ultimatezenkoan #thousandyearpeachpit #fireworks