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    Escape from Samsara: Poems
    Escape from Samsara: Poems
    Escape from Samsara: Poems
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    Escape from Samsara: Poems

    By Vijay R. Nathan

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    ‘Escape from Samsara’ is a spiritual journey , where our speaker is seeking transcendence in a world dominated by materialism, fads, internet phenomena, flaky lovers and plenty other bad stuff. The collection asks “How does one rise above all this and escape? How can I become whole in a world dead-set on fragmenting and fracturing apart?”
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherBookBaby
    Release dateNov 1, 2016
    ISBN9781483580623
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      Escape from Samsara - Vijay R. Nathan

      Contents

      Magic 8

      My Dear Doppelganger

      Roundabout

      Avoid Eye Contact

      Someday, Indefinitely Postponed

      Pluto Ricochet

      Box Office Graffiti

      Triggers

      Room 32

      Confession Poem

      Trapped in a Green House

      Versus Nature

      Singular

      The Oracle at the Mall

      Tarot Hold ‘Em

      Degenerate Times

      A Fresh Start

      Receiving Buddhist Teachings in Malaga, Spain

      Eat the Sun

      The Real Meaning of Lightning

      The Real Meaning of Lightning

      A Quiet Reflection

      3 Little Bobcats

      Virtual Intrigue

      The Last Time

      Dinner is Served

      Collage of Wings

      Underwater Moonwalk

      Out of Step

      After the Dorje Shugden Empowerment

      Rebirth

      The Two Way Mirror

      Escape from Samsara

      Escape From Samsara

      After Hours

      Fluorescent Rene Descartes

      RE: A Quality Control Issue

      The Axiological Idealists and the Cosmothetical Realists

      Channel Surfing

      Insight with Ice

      The Himalayan Riders

      A Las Vegas Poem

      The Second Challenge

      The Fast Lane

      Cannibal Poet

      Kulfi

      A Teacher’s Lament

      Fear Monger

      Kaleidoscope

      Central Park Epiphany

      Acknowledgements

      © 2016 Vijay Ramanathan

      The poems Escape from Samsara and Versus Nature were first published in Newtown Literary Journal Spring/Summer 2015 issue.

      ISBN: 978-1-48358-061-6 (print)

      ISBN: 978-1-48358-062-3 (ebook)

      Samsara: The psychological process by which we habitually create the world we exist in moment

      by moment.

      Escape from Samsara: The psychological process by which we break free of our habitual states of mind to discover inner peace.

      If you cannot find the truth right where you are, where else do you expect to find it?

      – Dogen

      Magic 8

      My Dear Doppelganger

      I cannot dream of losing myself

      so I will answer with a gesture

      even if I have to repeat it over

      and over again. Dearest echo, please return

      to me, my Valentine boomerang circling

      in the desert night air. I love myself now

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