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Geoff's Holiday - Part 2

Here are some photos from my recent trip to the outback desert, where I wrote this poem.

(click on photos to enlarge them)

I sit here in the desert,

The outback red and dry.

From horizon to horizon,

Emptiness meets the sky.



I reach out and greet it,

My mind is empty too.

The desert isn't for everyone,

Except the nomadic few.



I meditate in emptiness,

My consciousness receives.

I feel at one with nothingness,

Of this my mind conceives.



An overwhelming wave of happiness,

Excites my very soul.

I feel guilty at the intensity,

That makes me feel whole.



My eyes behold the desert,

The setting sun turns gold.

I feel at one with everything,

And everything I behold.



I now return to the city,

From the outback I am apart.

But a calmness from the desert,

I carry in my heart.

Contributed by Geoff Warren