All the kind warmth of a gentle soul,
is but a speck in the reflection of creation.
We are that which surrounds us.
Anything else in the world of creation is
We see, we make, we do, we are.
One man an immovable rock in a dessert.
The wind, the rock, the tree, and the light.
The ocean, the dessert, the sky.
The driftwood an engraving of the sea.
The solitude of the dessert.