step through the gate of spectral light
The constellations rearrange themselves for each visitor. No two pilgrimages reveal the same sky.
Every form contains every other form. The mandala is a map of the relationships between all possible shapes.
Friendly spirits perform sacred ceremonies with flashlights in the electric dark. They have been here longer than the shrine.
The pilgrimage ends where it began -- at the gate. But the gate is different now. So are you.
mystical.boo // end transmission