Circle round the axis that is the center of the circle-the center that is the altar, the thread of eternity connecting heavens to hell and through the heart of our realm, the heart whose vessel is ours to fill and pour out as we seed each path with the future harvest of life. Each step is upon the wheel whose boundary is not and whose center is all-encompassing.
The shimmer in the eyes is a reflection of the stars the Mill churns forth, a light of the heart, and that which burns betwixt the two candle flames alight the altar.
Ours is the heart beat that keeps pace with drums within the earth and amongst the stars; that chant that permeates the flesh, blood, and bone. "Rout and tout, through out and about, all in the Horned One's name!"
"Lost in a thicket, bare-foot upon a thorn path."