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The Oak Tree

Eyes weary of the outside,

Look inside-

The hollowness there you see,

Sings with thoughts glee and free.

The self-lostness there you feel

Dances in prayer deep.

Beyond this emptiness lies ecstasy,

Your ultimate destiny.

And high above this vacuity,

Grows a tall rustling oak tree.

Arms open wide,

It gives unconditionally.

 

Shaista E. Khilji

Dec 27, 2016

Potomac MD

 

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