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Planking Poetry

  • Writer: davidsmith208
    davidsmith208
  • Feb 27, 2020
  • 1 min read




Poem:

You can just stare at your perfect opportunity and then go up. You can practice the process of death and thus eliminate the fear of it. Thus you can accomplish something. You can go on a meditation and yoga and tennis retreat in which just you create. It is also nice if you can swim in the ocean. You can bow down and do burpees a hundred times with a hundred pushups and sit-ups - that would be good. You can become an astral body personal trainer instead of being a loner. When I lived in Minnesota I use to play tennis by Lake Superior. You can also have a piano. It is good also to have beach volleyball so you can land in the sand. You should be able to meditate anytime from 3am to 5am. Finding at least four totally enlightened vegan yoga tennis professionals is essential. You can further eliminate your ego by being beaten. You may want to go to Mexico or Costa Rica. Not meditating and being silent is very violent, because you are supposed to be self-affirming and abnegating regularly. Inadequate strength is sad and not very rad. You can become jaded if you have too much material. That is why I just start by myself and just do Simran all alone. To travel to Spain would take a number of planes. Most people are not in condition for total detachment - it takes a lot of practice.

A Poem by David Smith

February 27, 2020



 
 
 

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