God self realization, a gift from the devine, a mansion in the sky to keep me on high.
And yes that ego omniscient creator in my mind, the world exist solely to entertain you foolish apes sleeping in the mist.
Jesters of hope in trutle shells of deciet, Buddha was wrong, but who am I.
Am I just a simple sentient being one among the throngs.I must be more than all that, A God at last I must be, if not then who am I to say that Buddha was wrong as I swing from the trees.
George Carroll
Blessings and love,
Susan
colapsing & rising into the brush of explorations
Peace & Inspirations
Vickie
John