I was there, but you ignored me,
You were dead so I guess you couldn't see,
Rufuz did bark at you then lifted his leg to pee,
Guess by your stiffness, he thought you were some kind of tree...
Joisey & Noisey
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.
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.
Take care,
Sherry
You were dead so I guess you couldn't see,
Rufuz did bark at you then lifted his leg to pee,
Guess by your stiffness, he thought you were some kind of tree...
Joisey & Noisey