It’s my friends and I, gliding our hooves through golden sand, looking for treasure in a different form.
You might think I am looking for gems, or desperately searching for water, but in both cases, you would be off track.
Gems are crushed, just like sand, into precious dust, they leave me as fast as they come.
Water I carry, not as a burden, or a misfortune I wish to bury – it’s the perfect companion to watch the sun go down.
No.
I am searching for a point in space and time,
that sweet oasis
where,
when you look back,
when you look forward,
all you can see is peace
All you can see
are decades of emptiness,
years filled
with blissfully remaining still
Spirit of Tara 