the jinn rises from
rich, musk perfumed incense sticks.
my wish - forgotten...

...mind travelling paths
both remote and close, real and
unreal. eyes don't see...

...what soul contemplates.
last piece of ash falls from burnt
stick. spirit awakes

from dream. it *was* a
dream. I smell deep musk and hear -
hazy jinni laugh ?

free sands, whirled by wind
over golden dunes, count time :
slaves of clepsydra.

equilibrium,
balance of body and mind :
holding quicksilver.

body in balance,
only heart in its cadence
measuring the stance

ultima thule.
last known shore. find it, and then
fly beyond. be free.