Transcendental Sonnet #1201: My Refrigerator Died By Flame
My refrigerator died by flame An irony as notable As that by which life has made my name Ironically quotable
As I write poetry without a brain So my refrigerator lives again A sunny plateau atop which my cat Watches the world from a window behind Thus it is made useful because of that
As having no brain I must use my mind Or such connection to the mind of God As he provides me as the recompense For my persistence in this life though odd My cat and I atop the present tense
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.
This book presents a narrative story of one person's journey of transcendental Awakening and Enlightenment as guided by his two Sage companions. It is grounded in Zen Buddhist and Taoist perspective and uses the I Ching as its structural framework. T
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strange in a way, but so kewl, this write--
my favorite line? "as i write poetry without a brain..." YES!!!!! damn brilliant!
(((HUGS))) and love, karla. :)