Through parched plains where silence hangs its head.
No verdant cloak upon the earth is spun,
But ochre sands beneath a brazen sun.
No babbling brook, nor whispering rill, doth please
My parched lips, yearning for oasis' ease.
Yet, beauty lurks where shadows softly lie
On sculpted dunes that kiss the sun-kissed sky.
Saguaro sentinels, in stoic grace,
Pierce heavens blue, etched with time's slow trace.
Their weathered limbs, a stark and twisted dance,
A silent chorus in this arid trance.
Lizards dart, like emeralds in the heat,
While horned owl's gaze, from shadowed depths, doth meet
My wandering eyes.
A symphony untamed,
Where life persists, by sun and silence claimed.
And though the path may seem forlorn and stark,
The desert blooms, beneath a moonlit spark.
Cacti unfurl, their fragile blossoms gleam,
A testament to life's defiant dream.
So, onward still I walk, this sun-baked land,
Aching muscles speak, yet soul does understand.
The desert's heart, in silence, whispers deep,
A beauty vast, where hidden wonders sleep.
Unlikely Buddha 2024
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