Lost.

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Lost,

In the wilderness of the quest leading to You

Contemplating dunes devoid of any meaning

In the deserts of its ego’s self woven illusions

Whose flapping echo their fragile uncertainty

The wayfarer begins to look for enlightenment

From a light that instilled the fire that burns him

He loses his mind in the stillness of this trance

As his spirit spirals around the oneness of your being

Veils start to fall only when his soul starts to rise

It is when he frees himself from ties that cage him

To a life where he exists only through foreign eyes

That the lost wanderer seeking You, Himself he finally

Finds

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