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Spontaneously and Surreptitiously

  • Writer: davidsmith208
    davidsmith208
  • Apr 30, 2020
  • 1 min read

spontaneously and surreptitiously

poem:

Aready at five the bird was at work. That is when I started my prayers. I am suppose to listen to Sat Nam Singh - Waahe Guru. Hari can be recollected and you call it Hari Kleia. The Jap Ji can be sang and made more profound. Right in the center of the week you become a Sikh. It is not polytheism it is just modern me-ism. You can confirm your humanness just by contemplation whether you are elated or not is irrelevant. You can transcend to a transcendental plane or just remain. Either way you should not complain. You can achieve a certain degree of certainty by just sitting with alacrity. The birds continue to sing even in the rain. You can climb to the mount of transfiguration just by using your magic words. The accumulation of sound could make me heaven bound. I can fill myself with intention directly. Any spurious sparks can be derived spontaneously and surreptitiously. Your philosophical doctrine can just be a practice. You can become one of the great contemplatives just by repetition. If you keep hitting the reset button there is a chance you can become contemplative. I have not reached Sat Naam lately. I should consider this gravely.

A Poem by David Smith

April 30, 2020

 
 
 

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