THE OASIS
Comes an oasis,
A moment to pause and feel I am free.
But a sudden, hot wind rises
And in that wind a ruthless voice,
A restless spirit calling and stirring,
Demanding to be born anew and
Wanting sojourn in flesh and breath.
I step into the shadows,
The wind passes,
Its voice grows dim.
But in the stillness of my desire,
In every further living moment,
In every further living hour
The hot wind and its ruthless voice remain.