Sunday, June 19, 2011


Don’t complain about the horse
Running wild in the desert.
It is the cause for me;
I; dust in the pale air.
I am a creature.
But you see me as a shadow.
The blindness of your eyes is
The world I live in.
I am the horse, the desert and
The world beyond your eyes.  


Writing Buddha said...

Last sentence is the best.

Terri said...

Yes!...the world beyond your eyes....

Anu Lal said...

And I exist there...