Desert Philosophy


In a land of people

Skin defines their name

A number takes the blame

They are stuck in the stone grave

Built from their birth


But the mind is transformative

Changing with a flick

The mountains are dusty

Mental dip

So quick


The meditator mediates

By examining the self

But existence is complex

As the world escelates


In the desert

A man will speak

At the hights of the hills

He wil break apart your knowledge

Of what is a thrill


This man may become wild

He may look uncivilized

But listen to this man

For in his eyes

Is you, a child


@ Camile McGregor

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