Shifting sand and moving time
There are places, blue oases
I take my mind
Troubles, trials and other cares
haunt my life; trouble and strife
they cannot enter there
No restriction, no boundaries
I free, what I wish to be
There, nothing touches me
The oases spread, the desert flowers
Precious schemes, towering dreams
are the products of their power
Still, clear water; perfect peace
In silent contemplation; deep, deep meditation
I travel to oases
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