Just letting my things get old

Just letting my things get old

poem:

I could just let my things get old and not repair them then I would have less things. Instead of repairing my computer I could just get rid of it. I could just work on the cultivation of my Soul. I could just let my piano get old and not get a new one. I could just save my stuff in the cloud and pursue myself in the Cloud of Unknowing. My car’s body I could just let go. I could just increase becoming a minimalist until I have one suitcase. My music scores could be the pdfs. I could save quite a bit of history without getting a hysterectomy. Instead of making plans you can let your material life deteriorate and just penetrate. You could pass through the center of time and just contemplate. It may be better to have a real piano. You could actually just do nothing. You do not have to be caught up in pandemic. In the early morning you can meditate and then read scripture which you could podcast then you can play doubles tennis until ten. Your thoughts could be special even if they are heretical. You can replace your ego with just the sound current and become a new person. Sitting in lotus position can replace your smartphone. You do not have to be a member of a club and can instead just do Simran. You could just get a light phone for talk and txt like a child. You may not actually talk to anyone. You could just shutoff sprint and verizon. Swami Ji could be my companion and I could talk to no one. I could fill the room with just Tukaram. Technically by the beginning of the day you can become a ME (someone who is meditated and exercised) which gives you the right to come out of containment and see others. When you are free of anger and attachment you can leave quarantine. A person should just be happy in their skin.

Instead of staying up late you can just get up and vibrate. You can recover super-consciousness even if you went out. The problem with the mind is it has doubts all the time. It is important to take supporting steps in the evening. In the evening of your Life you can set things right. You can always go to a cemetery when there is too much Covid. Poetry is good reason to seek the truth.

A #poem by #davidsmith208

July 20, 2020

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