if you live in a desert any mirage is beautiful even knowing it as an illusion making plans around how it will change your life make you happier than you have ever been when you arrive it dissipates so you can start looking for the next one
On a summer day I saw a pretty dame bathing in the warm waves of the beach's tub. She tanned her skin to adorn her slim frame, massaging its softness with each gentle rub. From that distance, she exuded sweet fragrance stemming from the refining of her radiance. Sensual movements from lips, hips, curves, legs and hands made me fantasize as I relished each moment. My love-struck eyes gazed at the rhythmic movement of this ******* clad model for all lands. After a sunbath, she tied her pristine towel, then with a fixed look, she gazed straight at me. 'Hello, the adventurous gentleman,' said she. 'You sure look gay, hale, hearty and swell.' Shyly my fears of rejection loomed large, whilst my love dreams turned out to be a mirage.
Often travelers who start to thirst Are greeted by a vision Perhaps of an oasis Perhaps maybe even a whole caravan But although the traveler May seem so content His vision tempting his salivation Throat cracking The heat beating him down Bones dried upon the sand Calling for the lost prayers From false gods
Iearnt to focus my camera to take a clear photograph of the beauty this world is endowed with As l walked on an endless road, a mirage could be seen from a far My thirst grew and l knew l was closer to sipping from a stream l was wrong not everything you see is what they are Toughest lesson of my life
Long ago, I closed my eyes with the warm sun on my face And I dreamed of finding more of myself beyond this place So I set out on a journey that would take most of my life I searched every path but fumbled back when met with strife Each turn and new horizon just a mirage of hope that faded The day brought less resolve; the nights despair invaded My foolishness deluded me and priceless years it stole Until I was left with nothing in a wasteland of my soul Who am I beyond these mazes? I thought I could be more. Now standing here, I see tracks of the lives that went before. We are all the same; life ends with a breath just as it starts So I closed my eyes and understood... I am no more beyond my heart
Pride and greed along with a myriad of futile pursuits lead us away from the simple yet solid core of who we are. These cheap things and false ideas distract us from what is truly meaningful and keep us from experiencing happiness, contentment, and peace.