Finding a Home

Finding a Home

Poem:

What I am doing right now is going to sach khand. I am filling my head with nectar and listening to sound. Sitting cross-legged is my temple. Not eating much is my sustenance. I do Simran in my brain some call it Zikr. The outer world has no pleasure except maybe playing tennis. You can just love one another and that could be pleasure. You could melt down your stuff until you have very little. You can take with you that which is minimal. The cost of sex is so high you can avoid it. When you reach the imperial sky you can rest and become transcendental. You can go shopping for more books. It is your job to live in peace and calm so you can overcome the darkness of tamogun and instead live in satogun. You can keep yourself on the right track just by reading scripture. The end of your journey could just be in your forehead.

A Poem by David Smith

September 18, 2020