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Chief Meditator

  • Writer: davidsmith208
    davidsmith208
  • Jun 23, 2020
  • 1 min read

Chief Meditator

Poem:

You can become Chief Meditator by your own election. From 3am to 6am you can hold your campaign. Your quest can be completed when you begin. Instead of just throwing stones in the river you can actually deliver. The ability to concentrate can be the main thing in your quiver. If you submit yourself to restructuring then you don’t have to be so egotistical. The earth plane can be your home but you can still roam. You can reach total enlightenment and then start yoga. If you just remember the Soul has to eat first then you can put your Life in order. The Simran of the enlightened brain is always done first so God’s Grace can rain. Analysis of Life is only useful if you want to complain. Attainment of the permanent Unitive State will give you access to creative vitality. “The fourth degree of love is very fruitful”

If you achieve the sublimity of an empty stomach then you can engage in the simplicity of just Simran. You might want to do yoga stretches so you can be competitive. The cluttering of the mind is preventable. We have seen that in a crisis the thing to store up and hoard is enlightenment practiced. Pre-Enlightenment can actually prevent eating. You can fixate on the saroop of the Guru. Eventually you can prevent coming back to this world. You can focus on the form of the SatGuru.



A Poem by David Smith

June 23, 2020





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