Blog del Corazon
You will be parts of me.
But you will never know all of me.
Tid bits here and there,
Tid bits I choose to share.
Never open to far the pages,
Avoid the pain of past ages.
Speak alot; but in the end,
say very litle.
Protect the child who still lives within.
Open enough that you find peace once again,
as I wonder through this world I live in.
I truly think we are all a little protective of that child who lives within; and I guess we should be since I think that child often knows what's best for us.
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.
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 scientist/philosopher explores the mysteries of existence in a highly personal quest for answers to life's ultimate questions, forging a bridge between sterile science and spiritual values -- a scholarly work for all who seek wisdom, truth, true fr
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(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D
I truly think we are all a little protective of that child who lives within; and I guess we should be since I think that child often knows what's best for us.