The Mysteries of the dunes

I felt the air wearing me like the sun does the dawn

Wrapping my dry body in a moist that was hard to touch, eating the air seemed possible

I’m thirsty, ’30 more miles then we shall see him’, said Azania.. but I’m too frustrated to capture this

Words would only make my mouth drier, reminding me of the metallic scented water we collected

Only drops remaining in the container that looked like a melting bottle

I’m talking in between my worries, the dunes seem like waves of an ocean now

My eyes are becoming too heavy to truly see that I’m in dry lands

The delusion was comforting, like hope is

Facing the east as I walked my fifth day on the desert sands

We saw the compound a hundred feet from where we stood..my feet desired to leave my body behind

All I was depending on was a single sentence

‘He turns dust into gold’.. this couldn’t be a riddle, I pictured him doing it

I saw him grabbing grains of sand, yellow crystals forming within the depth of his hand

I would see all of it, no magick, or potions this time, but reality bended to his will

He looked very normal, like any old arab man would, wrinkled with experience

With a mix of black and semi white as his hair, I thought he would be more fascinating

For a man who could do such amazing things, miracle would not suit such a deed, it was more

 We walked toward his shrine, my skin raising to the energy my body couldn’t contain

Or even question, let alone understand.. it felt like the levitation me and Azania tried before

Our shoes had to be by the mat,my feet were breathing for the first time in five days

 We had to chant ‘ure li bo gre’ before entering

To invite our spirits to be welcomed, the energy was sacred, my body felt even lighter

The container he held was like sapphire crystals carefully crushed on each other

It was really beautiful, I never thought a container could be so beautiful

The sand was not like the sand dunes, it was darker, but still looked like soil

His hands were vibrating, slowly, then he poured it in his right hand

His pupils changed from blue to a glowing black colour, reflecting a light that wasn’t even in the room

I stood there, with no thought, thinking just seemed like a foreign language I had no patience to learn

It was like all of us were stateless, like a particle that exists everywhere

I saw something like how a river would reflect a sun ray, yet, still absorbing it

The grains grew larger, heavier, his hand shaped like a globe

All of a sudden, it was like a gold foil solidified on each grain, each grain becoming the other

Four crystals formed, all this happened in front of my eyes

The size of each was of a pearl, even more delicately made

His name is Muhhad, he lives a simple life

He isn’t rich.. he says nature has all the richness beyond the gold he can make by hand