About the Book
Thus, this is the third story line I find compelling out of mutual history with the myth. Divine transformation of the soul, how inner beauty like an artist draws to you as second skin, as doppelganger, as your twin, who has a whole world you know nothing of (and we call it consciousness? and our strivings, moral?). The transformation of inner beauty is Psyche's overall task so that she opens the Beauty Box, that the Far-Looking Tower warned her not to, and swoons into unconsciousness, becomes the image of the divine beauty, the daughter, Persephone, Queen of the Underworld, reborn as mother, Demeter. Eros awakens her, as Psyche had previously rudely awakened him, with renewed spirit and completion of the pregnancy, bringing out into the world the inner beauty Psyche displayed in the form of everyone's daughter who has lived and gone what she has gone through, birthing a daughter named "Joy". The third story line is one that is not obvious on first or second reading: the ego-Self axis activates and plays itself out in ways that intertwine with the descriptions of this different threading of existence. In other words, how you become the richness of your inner life and the inner images living you so that you are the four seasons and realize their stories of reality to you. Truth then becomes a testing stone for your journey. Everyone one is the stories and lives in moral depths that the spiritual storms leap out of you, usually involuntarily, into what has secretly been growing in you, a secret even to yourself until the evidence reveals the truth; you are the soul's vessel, and its healing power, weather the terrorful dark bleak unblinking nights. You realize a whole soul is a compass for the journey you never learned to read and ignored for outer education and fulfillment, as you were ignorant, arrogant, and spiritually and psychologically blind. Then, like Buddha, you learn compassion for all that you threw away and lost because they only shape shifted into other energies trying to open you to the terrible splendor of the universe. Compassion learns you lessons you never knew existed. You were educated, but you had no knowledge despite your most vehement protests to the contrary.
About the Author: Ron Boggs has lived many lives. His first life was Green Boy, an absorbing color of woods and hills within which his writings blossomed. Birthed into another life at 20 from the poetry and plays of William Shakespeare and John Donne. This life matured with Gary Snyder, Robert Duncan, and Charles Olson. Another being matured me into Playwright: "April Discovery" or who better represented American poetry, T.S. Eliot or William Carlos Williams. Another existence demanded its expression through the study of history. Let's us call him Mythographer, an often silent though insistent accumulator of books, facts, theories, and experiments during the tumultuous 60s and 70s. How power and tyranny fought liberty in American, as well as, human history haunted his years of reading, research, and ruminating. He wrote a doctoral dissertation on "The Culture of Liberty." I lived as Apprentice for decades, composing my reading, writing, and living through poets and others who spoke the life that was living me. Some of these poets were Robert Bly, Clayton Eshleman, Carl Jung, Wallace Stevens, and the anthologies of Jerome Rothenberg. Imaginal Imbiber emerged from nowhere and began a 20 year journey that first immersed me into imaginative feasts of Spanish speaking poets such as Juan Ramon Jimenez, Antonio Machado, Pablo Neruda, and Cesar Vallejo. European poets such as William Butler Yeats, Czeslaw Milosz, and Rainer Maria Rilke roamed with British poets such as William Blake. I ran around with Rumi. Going east, I imbibed Chinese, Japanese, and Zen poets such as Li Po and TuFu along with Eihei Dogen, Ikkyu, Issa, and Basho. When I imaginatively returned to America after a long, long absence, I discovered a country in exile from itself. Thus was born Primal Poet, seeing through the fire, awakening one's true desire. America the land of space and unbounded time heaved with the bloat of excess and abscess on sands of escape, encapsulated in prisons of own making. How heal the rift of exile Americans were living? Living these many lives, and more, I am a writer of intellectual and spiritual adventures. The seven books on my Create Space E-Store and Amazon Author Page tell tales of some of my "interesting" lives. Spiritual, psychological, and literary analysis rubs against and absorbs the heart of the practice of Zen; life always changes.
