If life was an ocean you could never swim in the same one twice for the tide comes in and moves back out and renews If life was a mountain you could never climb the same peak for the weather and beast would change each trail and ledge If life was a desert you could never cross the same sands for wind storms and your movement would replace each grain If life was to be measured by the loves we shared ours with why is it that we bring baggage from one loving to another
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.
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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Love Tinka
it could never strike the heart
as with each movement there would be the reality it was in a new
reality never having moved at all
love has no portal, hence the baggage unless relinquished
nice write,
thanks,
d.
Sandie Angel a.k.a. May Lu :o)
Peg