friday afternoon in Marrakesh. friday afternoon in the Mauric Spa. i fall asleep on a tilted lounger, to the memories of words spoken in this room, weeks ago. "Relax. Let go. And find yourself, walking through sand, along a path that leads to a pyramid."
so i do. i follow the path in my imagination until i reach the pyramid, this pyramid that was so huge back then. and that now is - tiny. not even reaching my knees. i stand there, in the sand of thoughts, unsure what went wrong. then i remember. "The entrance is open. You walk into the pyramid." and so i do. i take off my shoes and walk towards the entrance. and am surprised, as the pyramid looks so tiny, but it isn’t. i can simply walk into it, and from the inside, it is huge. amazed, i follow the walkway that is shining in golden light. it leads to a hall. “And there is someone waiting for you," is the next turn i remember.
yet, right in this moment, someone gets up next to me and i wake from this half dream before i can see who waited there. still, the picture of the pyramid remains, tiny, but huge.
later, after the last round of sauna, mint tea from Marocco. then finally, i have to leave, have to step into the winter, into the outside reality again. only that i can't leave: my shoes are missing. nowhere to be find out, not in the lockers, not on the floor.
"But where did you leave them?", the Hamam guy asks.
"Outside the pyramid", i answer, and almost can see them, standing there in the sands of Marrakesh, waiting for my return.
2 comments:
This is just BEAUTIFUL! Nice job.
and isn't it odd. since last week, i had the feeling i choose the wrong photo to go with the text. but then, there is no way to take a photo of a fantasy pyramid.
well. not a photo. but there actually is a painting of the pyramid. done by a friend who was part of this fantasy mediation, too. so here, one week later, finally the fitting image.
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