Bright Lights Big City

The keys to the kingdom can be crystalized in your head just by a long period of Simran. You can pretend as though you are dead. By withdrawn attention you can establish another realm. You can just go into deep Samadhi as your weekend house. The location of your body can just be conjecture. When you go into the bright lights you can see the big city. You can become addicted to an inner nectar. You can drink a nectar never brewed if you put your faith in a competent guru. You can use your third eye to look for the full moon. You can just transform yourself rather than try to think you way out. Just doing Simran is like resticking your Soul to magnetic north. You can re-calibrate yourself to the inward direction by picking up the sound current. Certain times are more kosher and kind and turn out to be all the time. Your five minute elevator speech can be straight up your spine. You can merge into superconsciousness and no more have a worldly brain.  

A Poem by David Smith January 9, 2020 #brightlightsbigcity #elevatorspeech