Far off in the desert lands

Far off in the desert lands, was a woman in heavy trance. In dreads and chunks she was raving and dancing. There amidst sands she was prancing. There were some colorful caravans too. She had behind a large crew. They were all high on flower power. There sand grains seemed like shower. And yes there was ice too, Glaciers besides sand dunes.

There in the chilly night , it was all a blazing sight. There were sudden lights all blue – there in distance were other crews. Camels and wolves dancing together. there they were – all lost in clatter. They had furs and jewelries all around. colorful lights, spiritual sounds. There were echos and sudden states of obliviousness. None remembered their entity of consciousness. They were all princes and princess of some other time - Red and yellow, orange and lime.

The woman was lost in some strange ecstasy world .she was the mother nature  with a demon in her lap all curled. There she was talking to the mother earth. Her opponent were dark spirits of some other world. Upon a huge mountain she was seeing those three shadows. She was dancing, challenging those red hallos. The powers had three yellow flames. They guided that demon to play a game. And there were other demons too, struck all over those ranges like a crew. But the woman knew her task to be there. she gave them all a long stare.

There began a new game. They all had to dance – in main. She gave them eighteen performances. Of creations and destruction, of life and senses. After each performance she handed over that round earth, to women in dark upon their hearth. Before each performance she received it too. To tell about the world was the lieu. There she attained enlightenment and wisdom. There she was free, she was the freedom.

Alone she climbed upon those cliffs. Scared of none, even those cliffs. Amidst nine constellations she lied at the top. There was the real show with clouds on top. There she saw the visions of night – of civilizations and worlds, joys and strife. The clouds had their own images to show. There there keep changing images on flow.

Far off was a strange cave embolted upon those mountains. There was a huge cave and yes a head flaunted. It was all of rock like some other world. Amidst those first rays were those clouds like flock.

Then she reached the river below. There it shivered with sound on flow. the river was her own self all flowing. There all pains, in different drows going. People called that river selfish, after all in it had gone many men selfish. She carried them all without a word. Deep inside all memories all curled. But people saw the smoother surface. Called her a brutal face. Questioned her churning of memories. They didn’t know her awareness of histories. Of life and death, life and death. There inside her was stored all wrath. But then she still flowed with joy. Still she danced to her banks beside. There the nature goddess smiled to see her. There they danced together in whisper.

The river and she both were same - both nature both cosmic game. Both had a connection so intimate. Both knew each other’s state. And yet it is river that she had dreamed off long back as her partner. There she had seen water’s power. A single dip behind and river embraced her from all sides.  Jal she had named her lover. Jal was her only mutter. During those visions of meditations, it is with jal that she always collided. Jal used to show her beginning of the world. When all around was only jal. There in her visions she was on some rocky sight. With Jal below showing her his might.

she had seen those waves rising towards her raft. There in the front she had visions of colliding. With waves of desire penetrating inside, there with Jal she did collide. And then she jumped from a huge cliff into that river. There it gently pulled her back to shiver. She had had sex with that river behind. She had Jal’s power all intact with that sight in her mind.

And then her journey into that world of letters. she was the creator she was in letters. There she underwent a strange spiritual course. Through four elements as separate force. She dissolved into water at one time. At another she had all airy rhyme. Once she was all fire in her navel. at other time she was dry all sandy like that earth. After each of her journey she took a bath in the essence of life. The blue pearl drops so alive.

Once she even entered the world of ether. Everywhere was hollowness with a single sound to mutter. Om Om Om was the chant. Om the universal cunt. om was the shape of that constellation she once saw. Om was the shape of one beach where her other self she saw. with sea dashing through three sides, there with jal coming towards her to collide. And there was rain too, whooshing down on those sand grains so few. There she had Jal all around. Jal and its thunderous sound. There was the ecstasy of death in jal so alive. There towards her Jal she took a giant strike. There she entered the womb of Jal. There she finally became her – Jal.

written by - Mystical Wanderer