ReOpening

Reopening

Poem:

In the advanced stages you don’t eat -you just listen. The purpose of Life is to sit still in a merger. Finding a SatGuru is the first step, then adapting celibacy, then completely withdrawing, and adapting extremely long time period practice. You can elevate yourself to a new level. You don’t have to carry on like a common mortal. You can reach the very last chapter of the Hatha Yoga pradipika and just stay there. You will find the sound current contains the answer. Many monasteries were very lonely even before pandemic. You can still read something like Tuka and other Sant poets. You will have to do some sort of exercise to maintain the body so it may as well be fun. You could do something socially distant like doubles tennis. Who says there has to be any breakfast or lunch? There isn’t any physical circumstance that can be considered stable. You can get a PH.D. In how to live successfully one day. You can withdraw to the great world instead of be situated in a stupor. With Simran you can recalibrate your brain to let spiritual nectar rain. Too much “me and mine” thinking is like a human rights atrocity. If you reach a high enough state you will not need fulfillment via pleasure. Being extremely detached is the same as being alive. A true reopening is of the third eye and scripture not the local bar. Simran done with consistent structure constitutes luxury not exploring history. You can form a human statue. You can have more hoopla about meeting your SatGuru than others in the world. You can also read more Tuka. If you start your day right you can guarantee an increase in your might. The most extreme athlete is to become a Saint. With deep state Simran you can do pinhole photography of your own withdrawal. You can put your focus into the center of your head rather worry about who has died of Covid. You can pump up your vitamin D rather than lying about watching TV. You can make your knees work well instead of just always complaining. You can concentrate your thought power on withdrawal instead of just being wastrel. The time it takes to fly depends on Grace.

A Poem by David Smith

July 31, 2020