...OF THE FIVE REALMS

We are here to open the door, to slide through the mirror, to untangle the gate, to wrestle with stars. To lift up our arms in supplication seems an empty gesture, a full stop in the ether, a standstill moment in space and time. But we are salt in a circle, sulphur on the walls, we are connections to ritual, connections to plan and process. To whisper of the five realms, to murmur of the five circles, to stretch hands beyond your habit, these are the moments, the moments of the moments. There is sanctity in stillness as there is sanctity in movement. Enormous passions are consumed by gestures, we are sucked into ghosts of pasts and futures where we are spent and captured, where we are ruptured till dawn. To mount up sins like a volcano, like a mountain chain, like a thousand planetary moons...means nothing, it is the one cruel act forgiven that breaks the cycle, that snaps the cosmos asunder. To take a moment, to flatten it out, create an eternity of silence, then parcel it away, that is the purpose, the purpose of the purpose. It is the smile of the gods, the beat of the ether, the sigh of the cosmos.