I erased everything else

And just hung on every word while listening to the Word.  I said the five charged words slow until I had gotten very old. With quantum mechanics I completely erased the the past. Thanks for all the vacation spots in seventh heaven.  First you jot down some notes, then you turn on your car then you say Ra ra before checking your car again after so long. After you Sat saying your names that you jot down.  To say your five charged words at prime time is the essence of the sublime.  Tennis can prepare your feet to just sit still.  You can rise up using your own Will until you reach the ring of fire.  Afterwords you jot down notes while drinking gin.  The mind can be stripped of it’s illusions and you are just left with the present.  You can say over and over again “here I am for you” and see if God will show up?  You can generically follow the naam bhakti instead of just wandering and wondering.  I just Sat saying my Names as my travel plans, then I jotted down some notes. I placed On my Kar the stuff I had packed and then ran over saying Rara let’s stop waiting So Long. I jotted down some notes about what could be my ideal home. It had a steinway piano with of view of the water.  I wanted Own a dream Kar but didn’t know if it was a Tesla.  I ran to my car because there was something in special.  I hung out So long with my friends that I had to repeat the words so long.  There is no need to sentimentalize or philosophicalize when one can just concentrate before it is too late.  Waxing philosophical is the same thing are doing analysis it is very limited.  The morose mind is a burden and needs treatment as in meditation. Just having an active intellect with discriminative powers is primitive and requires redirection. Without muscle the mind is always developing a tussle. Simran is how you enter the wormhole into another dimension.  If you declare yourself as trying to become a saint you might get a laugh.  Just sitting still can be good for the composure. At a certain age not going into union with God daily is a sin.  To just be seeking enlightenment is very childish the goal is sainthood.  To be a never-returner is the same thing as being a never come-out-of-meditationer.  You can become one with a saint or even better a Sant which is better than just being a dumb bunny.  You can clean up the waste products in you by just revelation.  You can just sit quietly while being up-right.  What role does the human have in the relationship with the chatbot? He is to be the experiencer, I guess what else.  Chatgpt can’t go into annihilation so it is up to you! What is left for the human to do that the Ai robot can’t?? Having the attention up is the same thing as not being in a slump.  You can put your attention up into the sky and don’t have to live a lie.  One way to change the past is to just use an eraser.  You can turn you spinal column into a highway and raise the speed limit to seventy.  Then erase your body and turn your third eye into a monster. I Sat with my travel agent Naming all the places I wanted to take a vacation. It had been so long since I had gone anywhere and just hung out on the beach.  I jotted down some notes about where I would like to live especially in December.  It doesn’t have to be On a car just because I own a car.  I would like to travel more far playing Rara music and listening to the sound. Even though my car ran or had run. Just being intelligent had been my investment for So long.  I just sat there very near to the places I had named.  They jotted down some names for me to read and then called it Joti meditation as if it was a new form of contemplation. It was like drinking explosive gin.  You could turn On and then drop out with your own car. It all seemed very Rad to be exploring with your own car. The vibrations broke open my head after so long of just hanging out there.  I had not learned proper Simran so I just Sat there writing poetry.  In the company of chatgpt I keep my stomach empty and just sat there.  I didn’t go to another planet of fitness because I have tennis.

A poem by David Smith

February 13, 2026