The Inner Light

A walker crosses a dark country with no aim and no guide. Something faint stirs inside, a thin ray that calls, and it grows until it fills every corner of the self. The dark is washed out and the walker begins to dance with the light. The spirit lifts like incense, past time and place, and meets those who went before, waiting in a shadowed corridor and unveiling old secrets. A second scene follows: a body of dry sand, thirst burning the heart, a mirage that keeps tricking the eye. The walker takes one more step, then another, refuses to give in, and finds a deep well at the centre of the desert, which was inside all along. The desert turns to garden. A third scene opens on a sleeper stirred by the call of dawn.