This blog expresses the empirical perspective of one subject, and in no way is meant to be taken as Dogma or fact. It is a tiny corner of the cosmos for one man to express his views with the aspiration they may in some way inspire the hearts and minds of another. Understanding it is not for everyone, we wait patiently for those with ears to hear and hearts to feel.
May we always continue learning and may our opinions remain flexible and transparent. Om shanti shanti shanti
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Sometimes, when a bird cries out,
Or the wind sweeps through a tree,
Or a dog howls in a far off farm,
I hold still and listen a long time.
My soul turns and goes back to the place
Where, a thousand forgotten years ago,
The bird and the blowing wind
Were like me, and were my brothers.
My soul turns into a tree,
And an animal, and a cloud bank.
Then changed and odd it comes home
And asks me…