Chapter 45 meditate

My heart is now as flat as a desert, Thought like an Arab alone; Looking up to the sky alone The strange rays of the setting sun far away, Quiet, turn your ears to listen again A string of camel bells in the distance. In this white surrounding, Everything is motionless like a frozen sculpture; White robes, waist knives, long turbans, The sky is like a wave, and the desert has the wind! Occasionally, a little vibration flashes across the antenna, A star appeared beside the remnant clouds.