Heed mine words O weary traveller;
step not in the direction of the oasis,
for no fountain, but a mirage awaits
Journeys path might it reverse thus;
wandering evermore shalt thou remain,
and remain in pursuit of an illusive lair
Sudden thirst starts forming within;
drifting then into an infinite chasm,
lose one shalt this mind, body and soul
Look not into the gleaming mirror;
only false forms reveal to the weary self,
swiftly gripping away to captivity eternal
Head straight with unwavering eyes;
until the very gates of heaven be seen,
whence liberated of urge thee shalt be
Heed mine words O weary traveller;
no wayside oasis can quench this thirst,
thirst for the heaven which thou hast within
Ink what you think 