To stand upon the desert as the sand flies in your face
is to strip away your arrogance with the Earth's uncanny grace.
On a sea of land that stretches flat, below the empty sky
an untold length of endless years puts paid to every lie.
Each grain of sand sings endless songs of ages yet to come
like countless lives which build the land perfected in their sum.
And in each grain is perfect peace unknown by mortal men
To dance upon the sudden wind, to fly then sleep again.
I wonder if those single grains know how minute they are
Or do they view themselves as stars within a sky of stars.
Against the backdrops of such thoughts no ego can prevail
Acceding to infinity, with peace or pointless wails.
