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Annihilating Openness

  • Writer: davidsmith208
    davidsmith208
  • Mar 2, 2020
  • 1 min read

Annihilating Openness

Poem:

When you reach total enlightenment you have the convenience of not knowing anything. To not be meditating is probably the “Denial of Death” because meditation actually is acceptance and preparation for death. Thus the number of people actually practicing is even fewer than the number dying. This is unreasonable in the age of anxiety. If you just follow Kirpal Singh you can find the connecting link to man’s primeval state. Instead of just waiting in dead space you can develop cosmic awareness. It is a lot to expect for you to self-affirm only to then self-abnegate. If you meditate from 4am to 9am you can complete your day before it even began. At the start of your day you can already be healed. You can create your own bola just about Hari and then get others to sing-along. To post yourself on an infinitely large net is still annihilation and you still can not achieve immortality there but must go up in your head. Paul Tillich hinted at what was to come with the anxiety of annihilating openness. The number of documents on the internet is now enough - you can read from the archive. At least you can play alone with the left hand. Sitting in contemplation can become your custom - it can have a grandee ring to it.

A #poem by David Smith NYC

March 2, 2020

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