Across the sand I see your footsteps;
ahead of me I see you standing, clothes flapping in the wind.
The heat singes my face; my hair clings to the nape of my neck; sand picks up in a cloud and flies through the air.
For a moment I am blinded.
Your figure obscured and lost in the cloud. When it finally settles, I see you are walking away from me. I try to walk, but cant move my feet; the sand has buried me up to my knees.
I struggle and pull.
I frantically claw at the dirt that falls back into place like powder.
I look up….. straining to see you.
My throat begins to knot up; tears well up in my eyes; from the corners of my eyes mud flows like molten lava down my face. My tears burn; they dig crevasses into my cheeks.
The wind picks up and more sand envelopes me.
The Sun, so bright and hot pierces my skin; He digs at me body and spoons out my life.
I am now buried up to my chest. The pressure is so heavy; my heart beats fast, then faster; I have given up trying to breathe and just allow my body to do as it will.
I can still see a shadowy figure moving ahead of me. I try to call out to it but I only cough up dust; my throat is so dry; my mouth is as hot as the desert sands.
I look around one more time, looking for any sight of life, anything to memorize and take with me. I look for some comforting thing in my final minutes to live. I look around and all I see is desert, rolling hills of red sand and nothingness.
This place looks so dead and depressing; then I notice the heat waves. The heat waves dance in all merriment. They dance with such grace and finesse; The cacti that I finally spot, flourish and find a way to thrive in such a horrid terrain.
I see a salamander scamper directly in front of my eyes, he looks at me and blinks, knowingly.
He tells me he understands.
Understands what?, I don’t know.
I close my eyes and try again to cry, but the tears, they are gone; stolen by His breath.
I close my eyes and speak, in my head.
I ask you why you left me here to die. Why did you leave me.
“I saw you, I was coming to you, why did you leave me?”
And you answer, “My dear, dear child, my woman, my mother, my Priestess, how could you think I left you? Can you not see me, I am here”
I open my eyes to see the person behind the voice I hear, but no one is there.
“Where!!, where are you?!” my hoarse and sandy voice spoke out.
“OPEN YOUR EYES!!! OPEN YOUR HEART!!! Look at me!!! Can you truly not see me? Can you truly not feel me? Do you not know me? And I dare to call you my Priestess!! I have been here the whole time. I did not leave you, YOU came to ME!! I graciously welcomed you into my home and you disrespect me this way?!”
I can no longer open my eyes and see the desert around me.
I see nothing…nothing but darkness.
But… now… now I feel a cool moisture begin to wrap around my scorched body;
I feel small tinges of life sprout from my feet and seek out the source of this moisture.
AH, I have found it; A wonderfully cool stream underground.
I can see the roots of those cacti from earlier, and burrows from small animals dug out through the walls of the cavern.
“Oh my Lady, forgive me. I beg of your forgiveness.”
“No forgiveness is needed to be asked for, my Priestess. I never left your side. You asked me to wait for you, and I did. You asked me to speak with you, and I am. You must open your heart and your mind AS WELL AS your eyes my child. I am not only that which resides on the surface, nor am I only that which you can see. To find the true nature of Me and your Lord, you must look beyond….this is true for your fellow man as well. Stay here child, stay here and rest. Let yourself go and allow me to heal your mind. You are within me and I am your Lady. In my womb I create, but here I also heal. Stay here. Feed off of my stream. Heal your heart and mind. Follow the example of the cacti and the tree. Grow steady and strong like the tree, but know your strengths and the distances you must go to reach your dreams such as the cacti. Now sleep, sleep my Priestess and awaken with a new sight, live your life, carry out my bidding and always return to my well and drink from my stream when you need.”