I bow to my annihilation

I bow to my annihilation

Poem:

I bow to my annihilation so I can feel something. A lot of meditation leads to an Abstract Detachment. You can Richard Rolle out English words and be a Poet. It is all about maintaining optimum flow. You can do Simran real slow. You can do five word roll out until you are annihilated. Before a stress arrives in your Life you can pre-checkin to heaven. You can do mathematical partitions and put one foot on the Astral Plane in addition. The sound current could bring about a new Renaissance. You can just remain home while It experiences exponential growth. This year the arrival of Summer will be Spring. In the end you may be still alive. It maybe more convenient to practice synthetic death at your own leisure. I do not put my faith in food supplements for my power boost. Next time you can find a quarantine Boo in advance or just let God be the One. You can just meditate until you get big headed and then get a big turban. You can’t Zinc Longenzes yourself out of this one - my suggestion is full-blown Enlightenment instead. When Mankind takes their nose out of the Zoo then maybe things will get better. You can avoid black death by staying in contemplation ironically. I would not go out when the coronavirus has a high multiplier. Maybe deep breathing of alcohol clorox and soap while you are cleaning will help. You can first make your physical body glow, then move on to the astral, that is one way to avoid a disaster.

A Poem by David Smith NYC

March 26, 2020

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