Suspended in mortal clay enclosed by frailty within this vault of time, A shadow stirs behind my eyes; something new ascends within my changeling mind.
My face haunts the dreamscapes of the night-- mine and yet a stranger's. The shape of all I may yet be calls me toward dread sacrifice.
Dare I lose all I am, abandoning the shallow end of the sea? There is no telling what my dreams may make of me:
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.
A scientist/philosopher explores the mysteries of existence in a highly personal quest for answers to life's ultimate questions, forging a bridge between sterile science and spiritual values -- a scholarly work for all who seek wisdom, truth, true fr
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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~Nikki~