Patchwork Universe

Karl Groever · Posted: Thu Jul 15, 2004 7:48 pm Post subject: The Fabric Shivers

The meditation had proceeded the traditional nine days, and now was drawing to a close. He that was both City dweller and seeming nomad had fasted, scoured his bronzed flesh in the ancient and accepted manner. He had drank deep of the heady fumes of the Rose of the Desert, made contact, for a time, with those spirits - whether actually manifest or fevered dreams alone - who whispered to him of the web of destiny. And, finally, his determination had been rewarded. He had sensed the shift in realities, and, in simultaneity, grown to know more of himself and his place in the great game evolving about him. The realisation had struck with the force of epiphany; further signs were now inevitable, because the Great Wheel had reached the point of meaningful turning. Returning fully to a state of conscious awareness, centering himself once more within the here and now, beyond the confines of the half - felt and intuited, he acknowledged anew the sand beneath his entwined legs, the blue of sky overhead, sparkingly brilliant in the piercing light of the sun. And he came again to recognition: that he would let these new transitions bud and blossom what fruit they would, and wait - oh, these few days longer - for it to ripen.