Thursday, 30 January 2014

An Extraordinary Ordeal

An empty road in an emptier desert;
As I take the air with a friendly breeze,
a picture bestirs my thought.

The stray stones on the empty road,
lying like orphans. An abstract.
The breeze ignores my profound wonder..
nonchalant characters on a nomadic trip?
odd remnants of antiquity?
warriors suffering outrageous fortune?

The desert has its way,
this way of manifesting its power
the way all nature does manifest.

The play of perception over conception,
Delusion, hallucination, head games.
and then a dawn of truth with the falling sun,
A dream being the truth, aye!

I dismiss the subtle scenario
and embrace a simpler road.

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