Reminiscence

I was relaxing on my easy chair 
when my eyes locked on a portrait, 
it was of a rebellious stallion, 
and suddenly nostalgia reigned 
transforming the vision to a Land, 
A Land of My dreams,Mongolia. 
A never-ending expanse of beauty 
in simplicity,where wild mustangs reign, 
where I feel freedom in every breath, 
where an aura of contentment intoxicates 
me with its depth. 
And then the real magic begins, 
for deep inside results the cessation 
of all waves,and peace fills over my 
entire mental space,I feel how easily 
I can meditate with open eyes,I feel 
technology never existed,and that 
The Ancient forever reigns. 
Almost instantaneously the visions disappear, 
by the perilous cacophony of the mobile, 
howling for my return to the world of skyscrapers, 
chimneys,and buildings,It is at that point all my 
five senses struck chords in unison of my soul that 
echoed,"OH NO!I WANT TO BACK,I WANT TO BACK TO THE LAND 
I DON'T UNDERSTAND."