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Wilderness Epiphany
by Brandon Marlon Sand dervishes whirl as the pir appears, causing roans to whicker and forget their groats; I, too, dispense with nibbling unsatisfying orts in order to listen as the surreal figure elucidates arcane esotery for the benefit of man and beast alike, imparting his trust in the theurgy of Providence. His connection to the otherworldly seems umbilical; the mystic adores the divine like thieves love the night. His words penetrate the latticed shutters of my mind, embedding my braincase with overwrought thoughts vaster than the wasteland landscape we have been traversing for a fortnight. He utters of the unseen web that links and knits creatures with Creation, invisible fibrils and tendrils binding all in a cosmic fabric woven by the shaping hand of heaven with love. How will I explain my atypical tarriance to those awaiting me? They will scoff at a known kafir and mutter of sunstroke, and perhaps they will be right after all. But even if it was only a desert vision, a daydream of the weary, I offer thanks for sudden insight bound to last a lifetime. |
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