You hold in your hands the creation of John Sweet, hefty isnít it? Johnís talent spans many realms reaching towards enlightenment, slipping into the reality of substance abuse and crawling out, losing and finding love; for the first time and end time, dreaming of sailing the oceans; following the lighthouse in the sky, finding himself lost in the woods; running from deadwood, sitting on the curb watching the streets go by; getting splashed with sludge, forward and back again John finds himself spinning the tales that encompass his soul.
The Evolution will continue long after you finish reading this book, from the first page to the last you will wander with John; purposeful, carefully, recklessly, lovingly and dreamily. The dharma notes you will find linger on many of the stanzas; much like how the dharma lies 6 feet under the brambles, dig deep enough and you will find what you are seeking. When the wheels turn in the authors mind, the world stops just for a minute as he writes for the world; offering up a lesson, an idea, a spiritual message of awakening and a whisper to your soul. Listen carefully as your very own sage offers to you words that can bring forth a smile, a frown, a bellow and a gasp.
I was face down on the floor
maple colors surround, kissing the knots in my throated cries a shimmer and a shine, I be came pretty unwound with each mossy cap I found, fingering the tops, smashing teeth, gagging them down..
And then I became kinda wild
watched myself why o why never to be a truck driver am I runnin scared into the refrigerator I stared, like a long endless highway, scared to death of the loneliness, and the many miles like a contorted frequency not my hand of destiny with control in one hand and a hole in the other I slip the ball of eight into the slippery palm, in and out, leaving me with little doubt of what has always been and beginning again