Featured in Farrago Magazine Edition Five 2026 as part of the Path to Nirvana column
Artwork by Jacaranda Liu
This Blessed and Accursed Revelation:
the true incarnation of God—
The Spirit, the Devil, the Abyss conjoined
spinning in perfect synchronisation, above where
lush lands rushing rivers beechen greens
collapsed to reveal their true forms.
A white coast crumbled
into the waves of Oblivion.
Here, I saw God—
an immense statue with three heads
surging into the grey sky.
Left was the Spirit face,
thrumming and humming with
rays of a thousand suns,
gold-spun colours revealed
and unrevealed to the eye.
Right was the Devil,
rotting and cracking face
rumbling with the fires and
pestilence of the world.
Middle was the dark mass of
the cosmos—
an infinity of stars—
fires burning in
endless space
Three pairs of smiling wily lips
unmoving unspeaking,
eyes unblinking,
and the world was a hush except
the rushing of waves
constant flowing ticking clock
the dark fires flicking and sizzling
stars and supernovae fizzing
God-Statue indifferent to my existence
looking on with marble eyes—
A voice spoke from not God-Statue's many lips,
but all the elements on their being
and every corner of limbo.
Fires stars waters sunlight whispering. I heard
and parsed these strange words:
“The end of one world is not the true end.
The gateway to Heaven is through the toils of purgatory.
I am all the stones of the world.
I am the mountain, and the boulder
that you must roll up that mountain.
I am the mud underfoot,
the lotus that took root and bloomed in that mud.
I am the death that befalls the lotus;
the sparkling glass that
holds the water and cuts through flesh,
made from mountains
milled and battered into sand;
The blade, fired and hammered.
I am the fire and the hammer.
I am the blade glinting in your hand.
The human, my amalgamation
of coarse soil and the deaths
of many species before them.
The universe, born from the collapse
of a singularity; and my religion
born from my blood and my death.
The galaxies and supernovae are
all but clusters of bursting bruises.
The world is my reflection.
I have made the tiger and the lamb.
In the heart of it all
the Spirit, the Devil, the Abyss
shall swirl on and on in perfect synchronisation.