The holy man (The journey of Jesus to Jerusalem city through Judaean Desert.)


In the vast mirage of illusions,
amid scorching emotions of the Sun,
a holy man walked the red desert.
To defeat a foe mightier than desert storm
and more enticing than desert oasis,
in a battle of losing, to attain the knowledge
a holy man walked the red desert.
A puppet played the master for many births, now to rise before choking in it's strings,
a holy man walked the red desert.
To crush the hunger of waned flesh,
and to quench the thirst of boiling blood,
a holy man walked the red desert.
A hermit's answer to riddles of bondage,
to reason the tiring circle of suffering,
a holy man walked the red desert.
To let go the desires of lightless shadows,
and for embracing the fear of next sun,
a holy man walked the red desert.
In a skirmish journey to enlightened city
to find a middle-path in echoing
temptations of gleaming mountains,
a holy man walked the red desert.
A tale of betrayal avenged by forgiveness,
the sin crossed off by heaven's blood,
in a resurrected death of forsaken child,
shows us the true meaning of life.

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