From the Publisher
thing called original sin. Buddhists see all of life as suffering. The spirit is
dragged through life enduring a seeming endless series of indignities
occasionally supplanted by temporary short lived delusions of love, joy and
possibly even happiness. But inevitably the indignities return relentlessly
wearing the spirit thinner and thinner until it is incapable of having or
containing even the most simple the short of delusions. These poems will
take you on a tour of the painful indignities and delightful delusions.