IF you pull a long dopey face
E'en if it were in your own bloody way
Stick two sore thumbs in your own nose
To spite your snubbed mug and blast bray
If you pulled a long resigned face
'Who put me here' you're not allowed to say
Now 'I don't want to go yet' there's the choice
You can neither at will come nor go or e'en stay
If you pull a long recalcitrant face
Whether you feel down and out or e'en gay
In the confines of your own private place
That won't do take you must part in global play
If you pull a long stumped face
There's little to be happy about much as you lay
Whichever way you face damned be the case
Think you then you can make your own pay
If you then must pull a long damned face
Take the final curtain call and bow out of play
None'll let you keep your own face in this human race
Vow to suck up to man-made gods dent not their sway
This book chronicles an infinite allegoric odyssey of Absolute Awakening in which a learned man, a mute man, and a recluse woman are the principal players. The mute and the recluse are the learned one's Teachers and Guides on his journey of Enlighten
Histories of the world are generally written to either celebrate technology and science, or to herald doom. My book examines the path of the spirit in the onward rush.
A unique perspective about the reality of existence, the meaning of life, the true impact of relationships between human beings and all life as well as the spirit world, and the impact that everyone makes on the universe. (Available in Print or as an
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