A carpet of leaves layers this way and that, imprinting one upon
another, upon another, trailing back to the trunk of the tree, a reminder of
where they came from, the origin of their beginning.
This blog is about my journey from doggedly pursuing the end of a day, to living a wide awake life while writing a book. And really what's the difference? Life is an impression that one experiences and a book is an expression of experiences. This is a compilation of lessons from gurus and the realization that I'm not just a bunch of atoms stumbling a path, but an orchestrated bit of consciousness dancing a simply beautiful dance...naked with everyone watching.
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