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 Never Deserted Inspirational Poems 6/23/2013
 Dust Thou Art, To Dust Returneth, Was... Spiritual Poems 6/23/2013
 Take Back Dreaming Inspirational Poems 6/14/2013
 Take Back The Day Inspirational Poems 6/14/2013
 Lost In Memories? Inspirational Poems 6/7/2013
 prismatic, view rainbow Inspirational Poems 5/31/2013
 ? Love 5/24/2013
 How? Nature 5/24/2013
 Be My Lover Love 5/19/2013
 'Could you be love, then be love' Love 5/17/2013
 Watching Supposed Christians Spiritual Poems 5/13/2013
 Vernal Spiritual Poems 5/10/2013
 no questioning, no learning Spiritual Poems 5/8/2013
 essai and response World Events 5/8/2013
 a note Love 5/8/2013
 When (a triplet of haiku) Haiku 5/6/2013
 strength of numbers Insight 5/1/2013
 Unyielding Collaborations 5/1/2013
 Artquake Spiritual Poems 4/27/2013
 clarity too Inspirational Poems 4/23/2013
 ring unbroken too Spiritual Poems 4/23/2013
 a rainbow's gift Insight 4/23/2013
 Mother Too The Pain of Love 4/22/2013
 Sole Silences Dark Poetry 4/22/2013
 Life Too Inspirational Poems 4/22/2013
 An Unode Love 4/22/2013
 Newtown, CT Inspirational Poems 4/20/2013
 A LOONS' CRY Inspirational Poems 4/20/2013
 Gaia Nature 4/20/2013
 What Is Love? Love 4/20/2013
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Never Deserted



Thinking it was God’s will, he be ransacked in desert,
He watched the thieves ride off beyond the far horizon.
They had taken his camel and bag, he offered them his ipod.
Luckily, he was left water, he began to walk the 50 miles more
To Timbuktu. Twenty miles in, feeling it was time to rest
And meditate on his thinking this was kismet, he sat seza.
Soon after the wind picked up, the desert’s sand lashed,
Letting his clarity leave, it was replaced by realness bordering
On surreal. Knowing this was himself struggling with his
situation, by not struggling with it, he let go of that
Attachment too. As the winds howled they began to remove
Dust from his inner-mirror, his soul’s whispers, unhearable
Wafted lightly betwixt his eyes. As he felt them, he allowed
For 'discipline, the art of feeling awe', to unbe, for, as all life,
It came to pass, not to stay. He couldn’t let go of the subtle
Euphoria, and it grew. Trying to let it pass, as he knew it wasn’t,
It wouldn’t. Gaining in suchness, it became so that he thought
It was a mental mirage, until it was beyond clear. His eyes opened,
A caravan was headed toward him. While his walk without was over,
His deeper walk within, anew, would never end. He thought,
It was God, yet, it just could be dune spirit playing with his mind.

(Thanx to Carlos Castaneda for the great quote!)



Challenge :) JFTLOI: With K.C.;

phrase: 'beyond the far horizon'

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