Just stories to some...
Words that tell...
But when words take to root.
Begin to grow...
We became attach to its life...
The story of its birth begins..
Then as we watch it’s, not a story..
Or words...
But our hearts is given sight..
To love and feel its breath and pulse
We stare at its beauty..
But also see the weed, that slowly seem to creep..
to rob its growth..
We tug and pull and capture some
Making us watch more close..
The story becomes our life...
But words that fail take no root..
Never become part of their life
Vickie Yannuzzi
6/19/02
Some will read, and its just a story, but to those, who life has touch my own, they become a part of all that I am
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
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