Today I rose from my bed—the colliding, fractious mutter left behind
Carrying instead the black mud those turbulent waters wakened.
Almost peaceful after chittering froth, ooze keeps a sly and patient danger:
‘Rest from the water’s fight, sink into my soft bosom,
Open clenched fingers and let loose the will to continue.’
Lend me your cool hand, tempting mire,
And the delicious stillness
A moment, no more
No more.
≈ ≈ ≈
To see the goodness of things, we must see the god in things. To see the god in things, we must see goodness. To find god in sorrow, fear and death is to see its usefulness. To know is to understand. To praise the gods, we must praise life. To honor gods, we must make of the world something good. To be gods, we must hold goodness in each pore. We are filled with light, wholly divine. The sun rises, an eye of fire, and through its light we come to see the world as gods would have it.
May the light shine through us and on us and in us. May we die each night and be born each morning that the wonder of life should not escape us. May we love and laugh and enter lightly into each other’s hearts. May we live forever.
May we live forever.
From “The Confession” in Awakening Osiris—The Egyptian Book of the Dead, translated by Normandi Ellis
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Aug 28, 2011 @ 13:14:36
What a stunning post, Sandy. I’m so sorry you’re agitated today, my friend, but you have put together a brilliant post about it. I hope you can take comfort in that.
Blessings to you–and peace,
Kathy
Aug 29, 2011 @ 05:39:06
Thanks for being out there, Kathy
Aug 29, 2011 @ 09:39:59
Lovely poem. Keep avoiding the tempting ooze – that stuff’s tough to get out of your hair.
Aug 29, 2011 @ 12:30:23
Do you have a good shampoo? I seem to have run out.
Aug 30, 2011 @ 09:43:12
I love the line, “May we die each night and be born each morning that the wonder of life should not escape us.” How appropriate!
Aug 30, 2011 @ 13:18:06
The whole book is full of wonderfulness. I highly recommend it.