May you always have a full sail and trailing seas.
Sometimes in my life here,
I think about the rain.
There is no life without water.
And rain does seem to me to tell,
The story of a life.
Some days it is gentle,
Steady soaking, nourishing
And reassuring.
Other days it’s harder,
But still falling straight down.
Then the wind begins to blow,
Mimicking life’s ebb and flow.
Soon it’s a hurricane with sideways rain and flying debris,
Threatening your very stability.
There is one thing though about the rain ,
And on this you can bet.
If you stand out in it,
You surely will get wet.
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.
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.
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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Worse would it be if it were going str8 UP...;-)e