In January, 1994, after a contemplative practice of more than two decades, I awoke to the transcendent heart. That fact, plus a couple bucks, entitles me to a (small) cup of Starbuck's coffee. I've waited more than 20 years to publish these essays about my experience of awakening-in order to give the stink of enlightenment time to wear off. These essays offer the refreshment of your own original, lucid nature. Like the taste of fresh, clear water,...