A Touch Away From Reality

About the Book

Do you want to brighten your path to enlightenment?

Hailed as the must have book when you need the rights words to say at that very special moment. Join the many lucky souls who have eyes to see thus did read and those who have ears to hear thus took heed to the wonderful teachings set before us in this classical masterpiece of pure poetic verse that shows the everlasting power of God in man.

This book chronicles the journeys of a man to the stage where he now sits and meditates. Contained within its pages are poems, prayers and odes written as the author felt them. These works are original concepts and without any extensive review or latter editing. Yet they show the state of being as it existed in the time and space which required such thoughts. Spoken truly as poems of the soul.

During the course of writing his poetry, Mark Christafari Dada I often delved into the depths of other beings. Thus acting as the medium to transmit the wails of their souls. He also shares with us his own transient understanding. As the saying goes, "I never met a person I didn't like". I myself can say, "I never met anyone who did not enjoy reading the works of this truly brilliant and uniquely humble soul". For any individual who reads this far and continues not will likewise cut short the growth of their enlightenment.

About the Author

I, Mark Christafari Dada I, proclaim to being a young man who has grown to see things the ways in which they are most apparent. Yet not assuming a heavenly crown or an earthly gavel while coexisting in this time and space continuum. I often refer to myself as the gatekeeper for within me I feel the stir of many souls. This leads to continual enlightenment through the memories rekindled by the inhabitants I cannot set free. So I tell their stories as each beckons. Since this is your introduction to my way of thinking, let me then explain further. I have written without immediate concept, lengthy thought or planning. From the first word until the last I never stopped to organize verses yet always relating to what was in conclusion. Is my own soul so entwined that I am compelled to mire in the bowels of these manifestations? Or will my mere presence be set aside as the message of yore is delivered to its intended ancestor? To this I can only say, "heed the message and spare ye the messenger". So in greetings to all, I come before you bearing presents of mirth and penitence. Wishing only to impart the spoils of my existence upon them that grants me such a reception. For I have long been inspired to write this book by the voices that torment my reality and echoe in my dreams. I now acknowledge the thoughts I had forgot and the many we yet have not. Listening intently to a song with countless words while gazing upon the moon surrounded by nameless stars, all wondering, which they are?