Quarantine

Quarantine:

Poem:

The amount of stuff you need is actually nothing - you could actually just go into quarantine. In a cabin in the mountains you might want a electric piano. You could get power from the electric car. You might want to go camping in the West. You can start your journey in the dead of Winter and just be glad if you have heat. To sit content could be your accomplishment. The Simran words can be used as a point of departure. You could sit in an empty room and call it minimalism. Contemplation should be Absolute and complete, there is no one to meet. Life is just an animal footnote to contemplation which is more transcendental. From a headache I was able to rejuvenate into a deep state and regenerate - all of this by just sitting up straight. You can take your Soul out of the body and create a wave that is restorative as you go. If the state reaches a perfect state of total violence it will result in your annihilation. In the middle of summer you can hold the Sant Mat Summit right in the town of Concord. Whether you go to Satsang or get up for meditation when you are sick is what determines a cosmic hero. With contemplation you can erase everything. You hold a satsang of one and be many things. If you accumulate enough virtue you can push right on through. You could be instant-on and be better than your phone. In my Doctrine you can clear up your HeadSpace and also be well read. You can name the Gods one by one. It does not have to be a fantastic mythology it can just be simple. Your ontology could just to be turned-on. Instead of just retiring you can always re-try. When there is a complete washout there is nothing there to either be humble or have an ego. In Venezuela there is complete despair you might find a receptive audience there. I could build my Ashram there. You can expand your head just using Buzzwords. Your third eye can become the centerpiece of your world - you do not have to redecorate. This poem is about contemplation not a re-arrangement. You can be the minister of your own fate just by not starting too late. You can go on the way within without ever looking back that way you will not be attached. You can gather strength and fortitude by just going into annihilation that is the great paradox my friend. Persistent Simran is one way of not falling off the Path. Having a car parked at a parking meter is a bit like having a monkey on your back - you wouldn’t want to have that.

A Poem by David Smith

March 1, 2020

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