Walk up the mountain where the temple of God stands;
Meditate there and look out at the world that you have left behind;
You will see the people smashing their heads against the rocks;
That are hard, cold, and have no mercy, compassion or empathy;
The water is the color of blood just because the blood of innocents runs into it;
You will see beyond the horizon, the red clouds moving over the screaming humankind;
Stare at the point where there is a barrier between two oceans;
Out of these two oceans come forth pearls, both great and small;
Focus on the place where the two eyes meet and become one;
And let your true mind ponder and go on its own journey;
Now your God will lead you to the place of your dreams;
Where all peace, calm, tranquility you would surely find.
MyKoul
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