Blue skies, silent clouds filtering through horizons,
crazy sands fragmenting in the breeze,
tracks leading into circles,
crowds of foot steps walked by, many left behind,
comes a moment for in a breath,
an eternity of a recognition,
whilst the air rushes in, the equanimity of the moment
amidst the maddening journeys sought beside mine,
lost in deserts and mirages of a dream,
to hold ground,
for a trace no more on transient sands,
as worlds turns beneath and skies form above,
diffusing colors into a vivid memory.
Shadows still,
confused sands smoothen,
The Wanderings around scatter, unrecoverable,
in a serene breeze
My traces, un-recalling of the cascading confusions to have lead it,
for this breath, are questions forgotten and answers remain unsought,
like a foot print with no steps to follow into, and no steps to trace out...