The wings of this world had fallen,
Succumbing in their downfall the fakeness
Taking the mind on a journey of release
Taking the heart back to Spirit.
Whichever oasis you look for, its solely a mirage
For everything here is illusory and transient
Except for Truth, Silence and Peace,
The scent of the Divine.
Many are your longings, pains and hurdles
But the essence of Being is free of these,
A pure space in which all winds scream
Yet everything stays serene and safe.
Words, actions, thoughts, senses lose their grip,
Colors are no longer needed,
Awareness shines bright, without any adding,
By itself returns to itself.
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