he had tried
then he died
he never lied
except to his Self
and every one else
it was Sunday
he showed up at the Pearly Gate
couldn't wait
ta' get in
afterall
he had no sin
always went to church
in search
of Sunday
someday
but there at the Parly Gate
St. Peter was sleepin' late
he came out slowly
what do you want?
said i want in
peter say this is Sunday
but i ain't got no sin
right
call me after midnight
please let me in
peter say it's Sunday
i know
i go ta' church every week
i be meak
on Sunday
peter ask what do you seek?
i seek ta' go
well call me on monday
but this is Sunday
yeah
even GOD get's ta' rest
we be open 6 days a week
for those who seek
not 9 ta' 5
from midnight
ta midnight
we shine our light
but we be closed
on Sunday
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.
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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