As I gaze out to sea and sit on burning sand
Thoughts leaving the turmoil of suffering land
I contemplate the eternal movement of space
A deconstructed flow of beauty forms and grace
Vision's forms breathed to life, as dreams too
I see Ego's endless play through and through
From the delicate white curtain of magical mist
Crouching, ever ready it attempts a final twist
Two white proud horses appear and stand
I see their hooves poised on ever shifting sand
In an instant these creations cease, all is still
Such is the power of Mind's focused will
and I come home to the all abiding calm,
The only truly eternal balm.
Somwang ( Book of Poems)
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