Poem of obsession.

When searching for truth sometimes you are confronted with your own ugliness of spirit and to truly become free you have to have the fire burn away all the dross of the ego.

When searching for truth sometimes you are confronted with your own ugliness of spirit and to truly become free you have to have the fire burn away all the dross of the ego.

Thoughts drift and memories fall.

Fragrance in arid lands.

Hitting rock bottom.

I will never desert you.

You would be sure to bolt if you knew the truth.

She’s like the desert wind, hot and dry the day, chill and cold the night. Her beauty stir the desert winds, only to pick up sands off the desert floor. Eyes her beauty only a glance, sands of sadness, then tears. Hold her no one, can’t hold the desert wind, only feel the empty hurtful effects of her passing!

I want to always be with you.