From in my soul there burns a voice needing to be heard. A trying agitation as strong as any word ever written or spoken. Wanton driving of heart felt pain seeing the entire world in vain. Cupped in vision not allowed to speak truth here anymore. Whom of the ordained has closed old freedoms once open door. Perfection died almost 2000 years ago never once English wrote or spoke. Not that I have read or felt every historical stone. Mental words and phrases dance from book to book religious or secular. When is the last time that you looked for self and found just one original sound.
The entire world is alive with grace and Babylon now understood. Petty is the palace where life is found to erupt vision but only from sound bites given. Want and need give birth everyday to instructions to help pass the day to future generations. Yet in the soul of the poet there is only faith and hope that a thought is kept for just one more day.
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.
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
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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