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Like a seeing eye dog

  • Writer: davidsmith208
    davidsmith208
  • Jun 4, 2020
  • 1 min read

Like a seeing eye dog

Poem:

You can be like a seeing eye dog in a world with all the people blind. In year 45 you can really come alive. If you lose ten pounds it will no longer bear on your knees and you could live long. You can adapt spiritual living as your technology. If you don’t over indulge in words you can slip into the sound current. In a two to three hour timeframe in the morning you can save yourself. If you put in the required time you can transform your mind. That news that did not occur on my block will be delayed appropriately and be reported weekly as a time wasted report. If a foundation of your beliefs and understanding is set then you can start right in. The magnetic energy of your meditation grows exponentially with the square root of time that is how to reach the sublime. You can sit like a robot in contemplation or sit like one with devotion and Soul. Your total enlightenment is the best thing for your brother. Being cross-legged can be the same thing as having a brain. You can go up to the top floor as though your spinal column was an elevator. Your minimalism can become so great it becomes internal. You can become informationally detached even from the curfew. As a pundit of no consequence, I can make a statement about anything I want.



A Poem by David Smith

June 4, 2020





 
 
 

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