KE®AAH MB
DUST-DEVILS
In the Wind of the mind arises the turbulence?!
called I.
It breaks; down shower the barren thoughts.
All life is choked.
This desert is the Abyss wherein is the Uni-
verse. The Stars are but thistles in that
waste.
Yet this desert is but one spot accurséd ina
world of bliss.
Now and again Travellers cross the desert;
they come from the Great Sea, and to the
Great Sea they go.
As they go they spill water; one day they will
irrigate the desert, till it flower.
See! five footprints of a Camel! V.V.V. V. V.