Burning uroboros Burning Man 2012

Rites of Passage

Last year the playa screamed, hungry for breath and skin, whipping flesh, smothering words, transforming all it touched unto wraiths dragging us to the default world.

Last year, the temple screamed, a lament of flame and sorrow, roaring over the assembled accolytes with embers and demands.


This year, the playa breathes, the soft contented breath of lovers in early morning, the sigh of a tired mother with empty breasts.

This year, the temple breathes, a consumption of sins, cleansed by flames and released in a grace of fiery wings.

The playa breathes, the temple sings and we go out into the default world, trailing wings and color and glory until the dust settles once again.

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  1. Jacci says:

    Wow, beautiful! I hope to go this year.

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