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Begin to roam again

  • Writer: davidsmith208
    davidsmith208
  • Dec 3, 2022
  • 1 min read

Begin to roam again


Instead if having your heart half frozen you can recreate the golden triangle

Just by sitting in meditation.

Your doctorate could just be in dispelling that which is stupid. Writing on a tablet can be considered very similar to being in the establishment.  You can reset with an absolute integer and be home in an instant.  When other come home from work, I go to work with the business of splitting open my head and going to the land of the dead.  You can sit in meditation in a series of frequent appointments. You don’t have to consider it being alone because you have God and the Master.  Your forehead can be the location.  You can go back to pre-eternity and develop your chastity.  You can make Bach’s well-tempered clavier your old testament and Beethoven’s 32 sonatas your new testament and then just plow through it. The predilection to absolute concentration is the real purpose.  You can find real meaning by just meditation and competition. By just combining education with isolation you can win in contemplation.  The routine of the process could verily be your salvation.  At the root of your throat you could understand both.  If you become a Saint you do not have to lose your faith.  The final envelopment is just to wander. Being made prince may just mean staying alive. You can get a kindle instead of a book and think it is a nook. My driveaway prize can be that of a Spanish bride. Instead of digging in I can begin to roam again.


December 3, 2022

A poem by David R Smith

DavidSmith208

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