Forty Dawns

Forty Dawns

Poem:

O God remember my cry and give me a real cry! Even in company I can setup my yoga retreat. I can sit on a prominent rock and not look at the clock. The appointment with just your inner self can be monumental. Your one suitcase can include all your essentials. Just looking at references can be your subroutine. You can sit in an upright condition on your own haunches. You don’t have to have an afterthought. You don’t need a forty day retreat and can instead just meditate through forty dawns instead. Your commitment can be extremely transcendental and you can just escape into God. Oh God if there is a trick or mystery to the system let me have it. Does meditation provide lubrication to the joints? That is the question? Under the absolute certainty method I am set if I know I started the day with three hours of meditation and then at least one hour of exercise. Everything after that is extra credit. By just sitting still every morning at sunrise you can become immortal.

A Poem by David Smith

May 26, 2020