Friday, August 3, 2012

Oases


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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