Literally, physically, with the swan-swoop of my figure,
with Tool of Hermes, Lord of Expansion and Tutelage of Tongue,
and in communion with a Witch, and by our convergence
my fingers take up a red and white braided thread.
Two Ravens, again, and again, whirl, dance
as the Train takes me home;
literally, physically – no difference
to the ‘vibrating ethers of the trembling winds’.
The initiator becomes the initiated;
I am not exhausted,
but a well of water has been struck deep within,
And that always means ‘without’ – opened.
Venus and Mars, like Freyja and Odin!
What is this raw conjunction that needles my flesh?
Lord, Adonai, Yahweh – who do You appeal to?
Lost God in the desert, worried one, ever concerned – do you still wage war?
Wotan redirects my barge, and the crescent-shaped barge
of heaven bows as I bend, swooping swans,
while fragrant violets come up to me,
offerings of my Divine Twin who smells of the Sea. Gentleman.
Thoughts ceaseless flow as I wander
in the Wild
and gaze through the Mirror;
I am not afraid, or concerned, or worried,
I am engulfed by Fehu however, and I am a priest with the people.
Cattle lowing and apparitions of cows,
listening in, listening to,
Thoughtlessly does the Wyrd wind and weave,
Thought-full is the Cauldron brimming with bright salmon.
Down in the cave I am reshaped, reforged,
by hands of wonder in wonder.
I have laid down the Sword, only to study it once more;
An echo on a drum that is my Soul,
I come! I come! I come!
“What is the Mystery of this Union?
What fracture have We missed?
Should I not despise You?
Instead, I love You desperately.”