We spiral, ‘tis the shape of our nature. We come from these twists and turns, gnashing at our tethers and clawing at our kennels, to seek our primal origin which outshines even these great fires.
sketch credit: Karl Himself
As we begin to spiral out of control the Temple is our tether for the zoo that is existence.
All our creatures in connection, wild, free, spark the fire of our fears and dreams.
photo credit: Jorga Christensen
photo credit: Jorga Christensen
Floundering, phoenixing, ebbing and flowing, the universal pattern.
The feral thoughts of our fellow primates allow us to truly escape the cage of reality and share emotions through the euphemisms of fire.
Always harshly raw, our lives take us to the centre of that spiral, from the race of rats and into the truly animal and actually amazing, articulated aspects of life.
photo credit: Dan Campion
Sounds like monkeying around to me, we’re up to our necks in it. Nah mate you’re having a giraffe. Well I hippo the best for us… I don’t want to be left floundering…
photo credit: Randy Brophy
Exiting the spiralling chaos, our tether to the world around us we, with radical intention and a fierce nature, follow our animal natures into the zoo of our design.
To relish in our own primal chaos, to present to each other in all our splendour.
photo credit: Dan Campion
The creativity of our fellow primates allows us to truly escape the cage of reality. Together, we will burn the candle at both ends and sow the seeds of our future.
photo credit: Alex Turner
Your journey will be honoured by the fire, the courage to make it is undeniably present, the gentleness of your soul will echo throughout the crowd as the Temple burns and what isn’t you burns with it.
photo credit: Lisa Dyer Randall
It is never too late to burn our thoughts, dreams and wishes to the sky. Let’s burn that bridge, together.
Words by Patrick, Jamie and Trent.
The Temple of Spirals at Burning Seed, Matong Forest 2019, by Karl Himself and his magical crew of misfits.
photo credit: unknown
