There it is again, my friend, my nemesis, my lover! The desert in the mountain, a sea of sand in the air. Walking through it's dunes conjures thoughts and memories both old and new, both happy and sad, but always beautiful.A serene siren this magical mirage both takes the mind to other places and holds it in suspension at once. Drifting on the cool white current the soul can take time to soak in the silence and heal. To walk in it's wake is to know true bliss but to touch it's surface is to feel it's fragility.
When walking on memories it is best to be aware that while tranquil and trusted the destination can be volatile as well. I have seen times when the sands take flight and in a moment become a most formidable foe. Never deliberate in their destruction the sands of time merely move where the winds of fortune blow them. Their purpose is not defined.
So what of this journey into liquid earth? What reason for the venture into timeless time? Perhaps only just the moment itself. For as the sand can be compressed and liquid glass emerge, so the soul when freed on wings of love can soar higher than the mightiest bird.
Destination accomplished ... My soul is free again
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