I don't live in the American Nation, only my own imagiNation...
From the torrential down pour of life’s stressful rains,
It helps keep me grounded from the grasp of life’s lightening,
I do sometimes have a tendency to blow away with horrific winds,
But my refuge keeps me tied to the trees with chains of eternal strength…
An example of my imagination,
Is I picture myself in my garden all covered in dirt,
And living my life as a carrot, or a potato,
I could live with a lot of other veggies on a large plantation,
Can only live with the good veggies, not that turnip crowd,
They have a tendency to be partiers & loud…
Nothing like having friends that you can make disappear when needed. That's more or less like "delete" on the keyboard. Psst! Those turnips? I heard every lasting one of 'um have jungle rot.
Explains the realizations that have given the author the views of living life fully. The life each person dreams about.
You must take a look at yourself before dreams can be reached.
Deciding what is the core of belief.
This combined narrative dialogue and play is about the uncreated, unborn and undying transcendent Self of God-consciousness and Buddha-nature. It describes an odyssey of transcendent Consciousness Awakening and Remembrance.
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Regis
Just messin' with you. You're a rosebud in the weed patch of life.
Or vice versa.
Michael D.
Ron
Love ya!
Jane