BLACK BOX THEATRE

Inside the dreaming of one life is the meaning of many.

The interior wall of one box being the sanctuary of a single desire.

The desire to wander into the time of many moons, making moon men of many faces.

The moon men travel on a ship of flat rails that carry the sides of a shaped arc.

The arc being a ship of angles that penetrates deeply into the black pitch of the Black Box Theatre.

Their voice being many openings into many O’s of astonishment. The Goddess Ravens open their mouths to eat the O’s, and the many men turn to see the Arc of Presence that arrives into the Center of the flat rails, held by the sides of the ship that arcs their O’s.

The Presence has much importance in its size, and the many men of moon stand small in the stillness.

They wait – they watch – they pull their mouths more open, and the O becomes OM, and OM becomes AW.

The Presence stands still in the wood of the Moment and the Black Box Theatre becomes All the Night Sky.

The inside walls become fathoms of pitching, reaching into the deep black texture of wood. The back falls forward and the ceiling opens to the deepest sense of stars.

The stars reached down to the many men of moon, who stood still with their moon mouths open to the magic of stars reaching down. Their tiny hands folded in silence, began to reach, and they reached up to the stars that reached down to them.

Folded in touch, the moon and stars became reached, and the many hands engulfed the sky with the light of their desire.

~Clarity.

* Note: If you click directly on a picture before clicking play slideshow, you will be able to see larger photos and click through them at your own pace.