my pain is what keeps me awake even when i'm asleep,
cries follow me like shadows that haunt me,
like truth that plaque my thought's,
i contemplate no moments,
no conversation is my secret, but course,
darkness howls seep into my mind, like the memory of childhood dreams that are long forgot,
my vanishing of the here and know, vague,
urge keeps motion,
my search has lead me to the hint of humanity, my hands hold my head, every whisper is heard,
i can only bold up in knots, so that the insanity of it all will fade away,
to the rescue of thought's that are of the utmost,
my anthem cries, as it guide this moment,
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Reviewed by Al Swanson (Reader)
Reviewed on August 29, 2004
torrid, to say the least Deb, to have that haunting continuously, it s like you were following the bleakest catacomb, some far away dungeiion, and in there bemoaning such sad befallen state, loved Al
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
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.
Explains the realizations that have given the author the views of living life fully. The life each person dreams about.
You must take a look at yourself before dreams can be reached.
Deciding what is the core of belief.
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