Like Skinner's superstitious pigeon we Repeat strange patterns in the hope of love Wasting life waiting for eternity Hopping foot to foot while glancing above Anxiously this way and that faithfully In pursuit of the utterly opaque Pecking each other when we disagree Worrying lest we might make some mistake
Wise pigeons say we never know until Someday when the box is opened at last But as things stand now it looks like we will Ignore our present to play out our past Hopping and hoping for bits of birdseed Watching the feathers fly as pigeons die Pecking each other in need or in greed And flapping our clipped wings as life flies by
At night we dream that when the box is gone A pigeon might transfigure to a swan
Read this three times and never could relate it to challenge the validity of war, Of course I realize I am dense going on dumb and dumber. Liked the poem, however, goes without saying that we will hop for what we think we deserve.
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.
The Double Mirrors and Ones and Zeros theories, by Dylan Tauber. Parallel mirrors in our minds produce a vision of the infinite. Love is all that exists. Free PDF download.
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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