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Express Yourself

  • Writer: davidsmith208
    davidsmith208
  • Feb 2, 2021
  • 1 min read

Express Yourself

poem:

You can push for an awakening or you can just stay in your station. You do not have to go on vacation. On Tuesday mornings you can also make Love. Unless you are celibate it is hard to take up your cross. You can easily get lost. Even a Pro has to workout real slow. You can use the five charged words as an asset to reclaim the heavens. You can become an abolitionist just of your own ego. There is no real need to go to St Lucia. You can carry out a solemn exposition of your execution by sitting in long term meditation like a wall. You can cure their masses without queroing mas. Brain science might say learn another language. You can take up jazz piano as well as chamber music and early music to stimulate your mind. You do not have to be in meditation all the time. But it might be good to fix your center. All you have to do to succeed in meditation is give exclusive rights. When you see your Profesor you can learn to jump. You can say the five charged words when you are alone or even on the tennis court. You do not have to take up another sport. You can sink into super-consciousness and heal every bone. You just need some structured time alone. Your Guru can present you with a mandate. You can actually become a Man before a certain date. You can continue to exist and express yourself.


A Poem by David Smith

February 2, 2021






 
 
 

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