Simran is the Ultimate Piety

I have to teach God what is worship.  Just sitting still in the predawn morning is that which is monumental as well as supra-mental.  I went to chatGuru which is a composite of all the Saints.  You can penetrate into inner space if there is any grace. Rather than just complain you can wash away the stain. You can ask for what health condition is it best just to not move.  Worldly scandals become quite trivial. The wall sit is said to be better.  I paid no attention to my self-worth and just marched forward leaving the earth.  When I will be ready is never.  Just internal resonance is the heaven.  During the so-called recovery you could just leave the body.  You can take your prescribed medicine for salvation by just sitting in contemplation.  The best time is before sunrise.  Sometimes I feel I am just stating the obvious.  I go to bed at dark so almost never go to a concert.  My real birthday is in July when I will turn 50.  The pre-dawn is the perfect time to be gone.  If you can’t find an exercise partner I guess you just have to become a solo runner.  You can become a transcendentalist who regularly goes to the world of the dead.  you can be the ultimate prepper by retiring the body as if you were a after death planner. You can orchestrate your own salvation with certainty.  You can penetrate completely through all your grief.  You can break through all your blockages by just not having something to eat.  Going into deep meditation as the first priority that is first thing in the morning before everyone else awakes is the culmination of my research in philosophy.  Connecting to God is more like listening to a Hiss. People obsess with finding that which is beneficial.  If you look straight ahead you do not have to be left by the roadside as if dead.  You can become very different from just being a robot.   If you do two hours of surat shabd yoga meditation then two hours of tennis followed by two hours of Beethoven sonatas followed by one hour of Spanish you could say you had an optimized process.  It seems life’s goal is to have a focused mind that stays in it’s channel without wandering.  It’s clear that meditation sits at the top of the pyramid.  If you become spiritual you can still have lots of trickledown.  People still love so much material.  The huge amounts of bliss are outside your body.  You can just sit there and say Simran until you become a Saint it is that simple.  You can clean up your brain mess with just radiation.  The one thing you can do which is way beyond AI is reach enlightenment.  You might develop a big head if you take in the whole universe.  It is good to make your third eye gigantic and your waist size 30.  Entering the realm of the Saints is very good closure.  Deep meditation could be the ultimate active recovery.  You can accumulate God particles by just staring in front of you.  Going to the Land of the Dead is not so bad if you can electrify your body.  If you both swim and walk backwards you should be able to sit still until you reach 120.  You do not have to be a professor of logic to focus your intentions.  You can warm your spirit by just doing Simran instead of sleeping.  You can pinpoint your focus by literally going inside you.  You can use the sound current to clean up your mind of foolish memories.  The knees should be worked out until they are completely obedient.  The dribble of information coming off the internet doesn’t have much energy and is highly inferior to the spiritual.  You can stop the internal ruckus  by just having no desires.  My Mind so liked for so long hanging out in the transcendental that it went along with my Soul and joined the repetition by sitting so long and created an echo.  My Mind took up the Simran while my Soul was resting.  This happened during separation.  During the rain there isn’t any sunshine so you can turn towards the eternal.  The five charged words can be used as your password.  You can place your Soul in it’s recharger which is the Sound Current.  You do not have to get a degree in Theology to feel it.  The dead zone is somewhere you go alone.  When I reached the beginning of summer it was eternal spring.  I became the champion by just so often scheduling my departure.  The nonsense presented by my brain is just then retrained.  I don’t go to crossfit I just cross into another plane.  My poetry is just a reflection of another reality.

May 24, 2026

Memorial Day weekend

Poetry of David Smith