Chapter 29: Royal hall

Everyone’s symbols; they raise their four golden arms into the air, as if to mark their four corners; in each hand they hold a candle– They can only see by the light of this candle as I walk by their haunted hallways– They can’t see me as I walk past them like a howl in their flicker, their flame not bright enough to reach here–

Your symbols flicker in the wind; what form will take hold in their brighter blaze? That is what I wonder, as I look upon each of you– I know that, when the flame burns brighter for each of you, the wind will look different then the smaller flame suggested– I know that you will be moved differently than your flame allowed you to imagine– I know these hallways... and I know the true blueprint to the souls that mark each door–

My symbols remain still in the night; unwavering, neither growing smaller, nor bigger– My flame burns unchanging; and yet, clearer and clearer does it burn, and as I do see what burns; I see more clearly the hallways between such–

I burn like a vital heart beat; pumping myself through these hallways, making myself clear between you all; making it clear how I can brighten these hallways for all whom inhabit them– I fan my heat into your presence, I grow brighter by your light; my flame is unchanged; but yours moves in my wind, and becomes deafened by my waters, and is made solid through my earth; and is felt by our spirit, and our hearts do swoon–

When these hallways are made known; by the flicker of your flame; new directions not conceived of, lay latent in its light; and the deeper bowels of this flame, connect you to a greater burning, to a greater structure in which to burn; and a greater night in which to know your own brightness; so that you can see what truly lays in the pumping of the blood in the shimmer of its glow, and the dance of its fuel–