If the earth is really flat (after all moon landings can be faked) then a multiplicity of words would be needed in ascending and descending order to catch the draining oceans, replenishing every world from its constant drain. Would each world then be different, or possibly reflecting images of a mirror within a mirror to infinity? It's strange the musing that can come, first thing in the morning, before the coffee is ready.
If I stand on the edge of the world and whisper into the abyss will my words ride the cataracts to another world where you are standing, exchanging secrets with yet another world, where I am standing, whispering... waiting... for my words to return to me? And if they do, are you me or am I you
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Reviewed by na na (Reader)
Reviewed on July 17, 2003
Lee, my mind is spinning so fast, like the "Wheel Of Fortune", ... spinning, spinning spinning ... Loved the poem and heading info. Bill
Oooooo, this is a most thought-provoking piece? I wonder if it's really me talking to myself most of the time.... hmmmm.... Excellent write....
In Spirit,
Bear
Reviewed by Sandi Sparks (Reader)
Reviewed on July 16, 2003
Wonderfully abstract. Makes the wheels of my mind turn. It's like thinking about infinity.
Oh, Lee! You tease and please soooo wonderfully! Keep em coming! I'm still enjoying some of my old favorites of your's, like "Nullification" and "Breakfast" Thanks!
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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This is wonderful.
~Chrissie
In Spirit,
Bear
Sandi
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