Oh no! Not again, I’ve awoken to another day,please just for once try and let me have my own way.
Would it be so hard for once just to give it a try? Just let me have what I want and just let me die.
What is left for me, what does the future hold? Thinking about this, just makes me feel cold. I can’t remember now the last time that I smiled for real, yes, I smile out of politeness, but that is not how I feel.
I lost the will to live amongst my endless tears and now it has been so many, many, years. I now know that I cannot go back to what I had before,
but I also know that I am tired of trying new things any more.
I am sitting here now alone in the early morning light, In my head I try to think positive and try to make things right. I am at this moment taking solace in the sound of the falling rain,
as it helps me a little to fight, the battles in my brain.
Maybe I am wrong and on that fateful day, I really did die, but it all seems so real here and every day I still cry.
At times, I think that maybe reality I cannot see so well and this is not real life as it appears to be, this is really hell!
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.
Be safe,
Karen