God’s Grace in its Ultimate Measure

God’s Grace in its Ultimate Measure

Poem:

The black wall of the third eye can seem impenetrable but it can be broke down by repeated tapping. Check in time could be at five. You don’t need entertainments and movies and stuff to eat. You can get God’s grace in its ultimate measure and then do meditation and not know which came first? You can protest against your own ignorance by just reading your Guru’s poetry. You can campaign for your own election. You can still be engaged in Simran when you reach Sat Lok. The passive keeping of semen is the same as beaming. It makes you transcendental leaning. Once you learn that your material concerns are trivial you can treat them as such. My only future could be Sach Khand I could have none. My Life could be concentrated in my Initiation and Life-Inspiring Glance. I could only have a past. You could be at the last station sunk deep in Love’s Last Madness. You can execute the opposite of procrastination and realize enlightenment now. You shouldn’t come back. It is quite a bit more than just wholesome. Simplicity and the Sublime go well together and even rhyme. Sitting still and not moving while you become superconscious constitutes purpose. You could be sitting on rare earth. To live does not require the generation of desire you can live on autopilot. We have something to say and everyone else has nothing to say.

A Poem by David Smith

June 26, 2020

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