The Day the Sirens stopped in New York

The Day the Sirens stopped in New York

Poem;

You can sit contentedly with supererogatory devotion instead of haphazardly - your Simran can be super steady. You can squat effectively like you were from Africa - that would be like an added health measure. The consistency of your meditation history determines your purity. If you rise every morning as early as the British military in colonial India then you can build up your own Empire. Only mad dogs and Englishmen go out in the Midday sun. You can nurture just your forehead before you go out and run. Broccoli sprouts and green tea might be the charm. It is easier to write mystic poetry than prose because you do not have to make any sense. Nobody wants to be a hermit permanently that is why I just do temporary. The EpiCenter of suffering soon becomes the capital of the world - it depends on what you are doin. You can pre-clear and cure the human condition by just remaining in position. When there is a lack of sirens then you will know it is through. If people pray enough the whole thing will break and there will be no hate. You can build for yourself a spacesuit just by going into isolation to Meditate. “Purity of heart is a condition for admission”

A Poem by David Smith NYC

March 31, 2020

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