Crossing The Sahara Poem by Ayni Poet

Paths oscillate as the winds want,
Going up and down the dunes,
Joy mingles with sorrow and pain,
Heat burns even the most skillful feet.

This landscape reshapes in millions of ways,
Tricking the eyes, triggering crazy impulses
Aware and unconscious we fall over and over
In a never ending world of hectic buzz.

Days seem dull and hopeless but hold on,
All is impermanent and passes away,
Only Truth is your shelter,
You need no other house while you cross
The sea of Samsara,
Disguised as the desert of Sahara.