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Hot burning desert, sand twirls blown by a hungry tormented fiery wind, tossing and turning and playing with the odd tumbleweed. Thirsty and a sense of doom and bewilderment, a lost direction everything looking and feeling the same.
Where to turn, which direction, a hostile world where it feels and looks deserted and abandoned by nature. Water ----at last----only a mirage. Despair, anguish and desperation are the cocktail of thought, where is salvation, like a animal nay a human dry of tongue and aching for rest and a cool drink of water and a green pasture.
Such can be the experience of a tormented mind seeking for it's knight of Shining White Armour, its redeeming rescuer. Seeking the Knight hither and thither only like the mirage to be an illusion.
The quest to find the truth of Life, seeking outside the mind as it were only to find these objet d'art that are treasured by materialism only please and satisfy for a while and delightful as they may be they wane with time.
The obsessed seeker for the essence of Life, finds in the desert, in the wilderness of their minds, the very starkness when the hot desert or icy wastes, when the ravages of the hard world of consumerism, war and terror, ugliness and madness, letting this rage over one and waiting patiently and not getting swept away, holding fast by intensive and yet passive observation until the storm blows itself out and a calm seems to well up slowly or it may descend as an almost invisible subtle mist, there is a peace, a grace and one knows this as the soul, which has always been there encapsulated like a genie in the lamp.
Perhaps the body is a lamp and the light the life force, the energy that lights and departs on death, Life in a body, the soul in flesh.
SHACK
www.heartconnection.si
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