In the Nothing I was Found

A desert land true to itself:
Rock and rock on a rocky sand,
Far away on a distant land,
Where it had rained rock that cover the ground,
And for water there was none found.
Not even a drop!
‘Till you traverse and crest over the mountain top,
And opened up below is a sea of blue,
Crashing upon the rocks,
And carving them anew.

Not a smile to be found,
Not even a face
In this barren desert,
This lonely place.
But mine of course,
 upon my horse
 and the rocks below.
This lonely place has nothing to hide,
nothing to show,
But for a man’s heart,
it was always there from the start.

Oh my horse!
How stubborn she is,
To find her own way off the trail she did!
There we found,
More than the ground,
More than the rock,
The door of my heart to unlock.
We had discovered,
Myself and my stubborn horse,
But it was myself I had recovered.

The dessert owes man nothing,
It was here before will be here after,
My star’s light birth;
And when the light is not extinguished in death,
But transformed to something more distinguished in life,
Between chaos and structure,
Enlightenment at last.