We are lost in the desert
Seeking something that isn’t there
Staring deeply into the alluring mirage of the future
Only to lose sight of what was before us
The tangerine sunlight
The earth bitten air
Our fellow travelers moving slowly across
The Desert Plane
We are all in search of something
Just as our exploratory ancestors before us
El Dorado
Heaven
Eden
Nirvana
All the same thing but under different names
Meaning
That is what we desperately seek
But it is in the places that we search
That our lives come into existence
But every cave we find empty
Every oasis dry
and every treasure valueless
For we have lost sight that what we search for
We have already found
The desert plane that we call reality
About the Creator
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