There is the ocean
It ends right here at my feet
If I step forward my feet will get wet
I am at the edge of the ocean
Where does the ocean go?
. . . the other edge?
I can see it right out there
It is a straight line
When the breeze is gentle
And the sun is warm
The far side of the ocean is most pleasant to contemplate
I love the far side of the ocean
I look at it often
Even with my powerful telescope
It does not change
Well maybe a little when storms come
But it remains basically the same
No matter where I stand along this sandy beach
Or perhaps on one of the high bluffs
Even if I should walk along this beach an hour
A day
A week
Or even a month
The far side of the ocean remains
Right out there
I wonder – is the far side of the ocean
The end of the world?
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 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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The strange conundrum of life exists in many parallel forms and shapes
Peter