Life is Like clouds In transformation Present and past Dissolving into each other One face becoming another All forms And experience evolving Becoming, being On the move, Only instantly complete Ever not entirely itself But merely becoming As we watch And wait And wonder In fascination.
(((HUGS))) and much love, your tx. friend, karen lynn. :D
Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader)
Reviewed on March 13, 2005
Such a depth of perception. I would have wandered around for sixty-five years (and have) and never correlated the clouds with the constantly emerging, shifting life that we live. Good. Very good.
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 book chronicles an infinite allegoric odyssey of Absolute Awakening in which a learned man, a mute man, and a recluse woman are the principal players. The mute and the recluse are the learned one's Teachers and Guides on his journey of Enlighten
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.
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(((HUGS))) and much love, your tx. friend, karen lynn. :D