A Semen Retainer who does not eat

Is the same thing as a Saint. You can stop time at the center of your brain and do not have to eat.  Meditation can even make you straight. You can have a religion of just one nut and one date. Starvation, celibacy and extreme sports are the method for a real methodist. You can follow the routine of getting up early and meditating at 4.  On rain days you can go into the presence of God instead of just walking to the tennis court. Once you reach superconsciousness you can turn back time and reduce the amount of your mind. It is strange that Saint Theresa is featured at the beginning of Middlemarch, so maybe that is the greatness.  Semen retention with coffee caffeine induction leads to extreme meditation extension.  I believe in the saints or Sants as some call them.  I don’t always identify them as Love is a secret. The Sants I admire are the ones that say Love is a Secret.  My Grief is only exceeded by my Bliss. I am a Taoist Monk attached to flow. To become a Santo, I have to be grateful for my blessings. My prayer is only for that outcome that excelerates my spiritual advancement.  My wife’s cooking and exercise has saved my body. The five magic words can serve as your foundation. There is no need for castration.  When I get up in the morning I just enter heaven. The expansion of my desires is worst than inflation. You can hammer thankfulness into the mind of God and beg for mercy. If you just sit in the Name (Naam) in a state of concentration you can become a person again. If you move left of center you can always just listen on the right side. Maintaining the gateway to heaven is the real purpose not decoration. Meditation is used as my actual foundation. Excuse me God but are you going to pay attention to me? I made an appointment at 3am will you show up? Do I have to repeat over and over the gracious? If God does not listen I pay attention to myself. Just to stop is not to waste your prana. Sitting still in the Sublime is the best way to not waste all your time. Ordinary poetry just leaves your Soul roasted. I am not a rationalist but just engage in contemplation. I could be assigned a role as the Emperor of Anti-matter. I could enjoy the Bliss-Sublime by not missing Meditation all-the-time. One can just “do gongfu” like Dahui instead of just being a meathead - that is engage in cultivation.  One can empower their third eye with magic words and just be privy to the sublime all the time.  One does not have to seek ways just to waste all your time.  The absolute quiet is the same thing as material success except that you did not do nothing. It is important to remember starvation is salvation. Over involvement is not contemplation. Your last Affair my as well be with God All-Mighty that is what you call efficient. Rising to the highest level of heaven is a good suggestion. If you combine five magic words with just detachment you can acheive real contemplation and don’t have to just be left in a common person’s station.  Your very last step could be to step into Madness - Love’s Last Madness could be rediscovered and entered. The world of Santos is empty but surely blissful. Despite my lofty ambitions God never loved me thus my life was wasted. Putting your attention on the place up in the sky is the purpose not just entering into discourse.  The intense recognition of God in the early morning turns out to be the breakfast of champions.  If you have “specialized knowledge” it can become automatic.  To not sit absolutely still is the same thing as being insane.  You can manage your mind instead of just wasting all your time. Through Meditation you can take your age down to absolute zero that is the benefit of total enlightenment.  You can just wait at the stillpoint and the door to heaven and then just shove it open.  You do not have to have the keyword bible to become a pundit.  I decided to publish my poem despite the fact that I got old.

A poem by David Smith

august 16, 2025