I often ponder
that the world is strange,
for so long I tried to arrange
the world the way I thought it should be,
but in the end all I did
was estrange the world from me.
I can see how that could happen. Pondering, wondering, questioning life, afterlife, the here and now. Spirituality or none. It's all worth writing about. My thoughts. Love it.
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.
budd
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