Sacred Verses (30): We Are All Shadows / Traveling Through the Open Doors

We Are All Shadows

Earth, you are the residence of my bones,
the keep of my flesh with me from the beginning,
the house my ancient father made for me;
I will never be separated from you,
as your mountains will never be separated from your horizons;
they will endure on your loins as the sycamore endures,
rearing the green essence of field and meadow,
orchard and vineyard, cavern and grove.
You have passed to me these secret things from your seed,
and I carry them with me as the swallows carry the sun.

Sky, you are the residence of my spirit,
the keep of my shade with me from the beginning,
the house my ancient mother made for me;
I will never be separated from you,
as your stars will never be separated from your vault;
they will remain imperishable as your directions are imperishable,
holding aloft the gleam of Mooring Post and Bull’s Foreleg,
She-Hippopotamus and Crocodile, Lion and Myriad.
You have passed to me these constant things from your breast,
and I carry them with me as the winds carry the clouds.

We are all shadows
traveling through the open doors of the earth,
who gives us his seed of the ages stretching back to our beginning;
where we come from the gap of darkness and into the day;
where the thighs of our mother stretch forth to give us the world;
where the world is held up by the ocean encircled by void;
where the void is the source of the many from which the world is woven;
where darkness is the warp and light the weft of the primordial gods;
where the Gods comprise earth and sky, below and above, seed and womb;
where are hidden the children of the earth in the tears of daylight;
where the west swallows the stars that are born again from her body;
where the east spreads wide for the mirror of the swelling sun;
where are completed all the Mysteries that go forth as creation’s shadows.

We are all shadows
traveling through the open doors of the sky,
who gives us her breast of the eternal courses traversed by the sun;
traversed by the Unwearying Stars who rise and set by me;
traversed by the ark of daybreak which sails with me;
traversed by the ark of twilight which moors with me;
traversed by the souls of the north which provide breath for me;
traversed by the souls of the south which provide water for me;
traversed by the hawk of the east who shines gold on me;
traversed by the stork of the west who gives flight to me;
traversed by the Sun-God whose right eye opens for me;
traversed by the Moon-God whose left eye opens for me;
traversed by all the Secrets that go forth as life’s shadows.

We are all shadows
traveling through the open doors of flesh and bone;
I take the pathway of doors my corpse provides,
steering me with the hand of my senses into the field beyond.
Life is my father, the deeds of my skin,
and death is my mother, whose clothing of the dusk conceals the virgin dawn.

We are all shadows
traveling through the open doors of the eyes;
I take the road of doors my mirrors provide,
gazing through my corpse and predicting the spirit following the flesh.
Daylight is the map my living feet tread,
and nightfall is the guide of my starry stride.

We are all shadows
traveling through the open doors of the ears;
I take the counsel of doors my music provides,
singing from the sparrows who hear the sun’s summons.
Earthly voices are the direction of my bones,
while the words of the sky provide wings for my soul.

We are all shadows
traveling through the open doors of the nose;
I inhale the incense of doors the earth provides,
swelling my worldly lungs with the savor of the immortal Gods.
Sweat is the scent of my corpse of the earth,
while breath is the flavor of my spirit of air going forth.

We are all shadows
traveling through the open doors of the mountains;
I ascend the soil of doors the beginning provides,
bursting up through the ocean of my mother as the mound.
My base is the road taken by the sun when he declines,
while my apex is the golden throne his ascension mounts.

We are all shadows
traveling through the open doors of the winds;
I sail the watercourse of doors sky’s breath provides,
moving in and moving out from the reach of the horizons.
My coming from the north revivifies the eternal sky,
while my coming from the south renews the enduring earth.

We are all shadows
traveling through the open doors of the rivers;
I quicken the flood of doors the netherworld provides,
overflowing every channel where my name spreads like water.
My water of the fields is the green of precious turquoise,
while my water in the sky is the starry veil of lapis lazuli.

We are all shadows
traveling through the open doors of the east;
I take to my breast the lotus of doors daybreak provides,
striking my heart with the fiery crest of a heron.
His call is my name rising from the pyramidion of the sun,
and his alighting is my soul’s forthcoming to the region of eternity.

We are all shadows
traveling through the open doors of the west;
I enter the mouth of doors twilight provides,
reuniting with my mother who acclaims her star-born child.
Her darkness is the secret cavern where my corpse is renewed,
while her light is the celestial door thrown open for my soul.

I am a shadow, like all the shadows
traveling through the open doors of the worlds;
we enter the lifetimes of doors eternity provides,
going forth by dawn and coming in by dusk.
Our life is the earth our corpse mirrors in daylight,
while death is the sky our soul ascends when night is opened.

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Seize the Sky/ Mirrors of Hwt-Her

Mirrors of Hwt-Her

Hwt-Her of lofty form, standing firm in your field of turquoise,
striding heavenly circuits with horns of gold blazing,
your lapis veil the dancing ground of indestructible stars;
you are the mansion suspended above the brow of the earth,
whose hawk of enduring metal seeks the shelter of your thighs.
Taking his young body to your breast of heavenly milk,
your enchantments of the dawn grant him wings of stellar dominion.
Seize his wings, your wings, and bring them down for me, for me!

Come down O Goddess, bending low to the home of earthbound souls,
swinging your lights on the horizon before us, opening your two eyes;
these the dwellings of your whirling spirits, dancing as seven ladies in your train.
We see the horizons overtaken with riotous color of your two bodies,
one brightening the day with electrum, and the other clothing the night in alabaster; mirrors of the sky in whose depths the lights mingle.
Seize the sky, your sky, and pull it down for me, for me!

Swimming in your sky-waters, dappled with lapis lazuli,
carrying the Unwearying Stars in your belly,
your torches of gold going before you in the Nether Sky;
yours is the body of sublime form holding fast the gaze of the earth,
who beholds your thighs of fine and burnished gold welcoming the sun.
You praise him with your lips above, and with those below you hold him;
his emergence as that lotus of light-rays renews the world from your cavern .
Seize the sun, your sun, and send him out for me, for me!

Come down O Goddess, with mirrors foretelling your eyes;
let the east be your right eye and the west your left,
and my eyes behold you opening, opening.
May heaven open and the earth open;
your mirrors are dawn and twilight where spirits rise.
May the north open and the south open;
your mirrors are breath of sky and the flood becoming.
May the east open and the west open;
your mirrors are the birth and swallowing of the Sun-God.
May the lotus in his dark abyss open;
your mirrors are the going forth and withdrawal of the beginning.
May the secret Mound in his waters open;
your mirrors are the birth pangs and devouring of the earth.
May the Sacred Eye in its green wholeness open;
your mirrors are the division and reconciliation of powers.
May the Eye of the Sun open and the Eye of the Moon open;
your mirrors are the Day-Ark and the Night-Ark forthcoming.
May the Bakhu-Mountain open and the Manu-Mountain open;
your mirrors are the cleft of east and gap of the west receiving.
May the eastern and western portals open;
your mirrors are the stations of rebirth and eternity unceasing.
Come down O Goddess, with your mirrors predicting day after night;
let their spirits follow after you as your body of heaven opens,
and my earthly body opening, opening!

See now my legs striding the circuits of the stars by you;
you, the sky-mansion of unbroken light, between whose thighs the sun soars.
My body becomes your stars by you, seized by your hand and lifted up.
My eyes become your zenith by you, seized by your brow and lifted up.
My nose becomes your lotus by you, seized by your breath and lifted up.
My lips become your command by you, seized by your tongue and lifted up.
My tongue becomes your authority by you, seized by your heart and lifted up.
My heart becomes your enchantment by you, seized by your magic and lifted up.
My seed becomes your magic by you, seized by your womb and lifted up.
My thighs become your two horizons by you, seized by your eyes and lifted up.
My breast becomes your falcon of gold by you, seized by your thighs and lifted up.

Hear now my voice of turquoise shooting from your field;
you, the Mistress of Turquoise upon whose breasts the stars grow.
Take up my spirit-body to your starry breast and set him there;
establish his wings as those of a hawk of gold to glimmer forever.
You shine, and I see my reflection in your mirrors of the horizons.
You open your lips of the west, and I descend beneath your belly.
You dance in the mantle of the Unwearying Stars, and I rise up as one of them.
You throw back the doors of the nether portals,
and I go forth to the Mooring Post of the sky.
You place the diadem of the vault upon your apex,
and I become one of those Imperishable Stars enduring.
You open the lotus of the sun before your full face,
and I become the countenance of light filling your two eyes.
You shake your fecund thighs between the eastern sycamores,
and I become the Sun-Calf reborn from your turquoise sky.
You rule the nether region where earthbound spirits travel,
and I become a soul in flight encircled by your arms.
I become a portion of that ascended veil dazzling on your fresh horizon;
and you seize the sky to bring it down for me, for me.

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Sacred Verses (21): Awakening the Hidden Chamber

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I bring you sound as the language of becoming;
sound, being the warp and the weft of our beginning,
sprouting from the abyss of the unknown;
sound, the footfall of those tempestuous waters
abounding with the serpents of the deep;
sound, from the milk of your starry Mother,
Her body held up for you when you were the infant sun;
sound, the chorus of your great eye when it opened
to illumine the shadows of the uncreated world;
sound, the light of your eye in its many divisions,
bringing together the two halves of the pristine sky;
sound, the rapturous union of earth and sky,
the Ancient Mound and star-strewn vault of our First Time;
sound, the loins of my Father, awake and held firm in his hand;
sound, the thighs of my Mother, yawning and glistening with golden dew;
sound, Father’s wet shudder as the Imperishable Stars burst forth;
sound, Mother’s call when the two door leaves of heaven are thrown open;
sound, the swallows at the prow of the Night Ark,
calling out the serpent from his coils;
sound, the swallows at the prow of the Day Ark,
conversing with the Sun-God as the horizons unfurl before him;
sound, the light-gorged vessel of my heart in your presence,
having received the turquoise sun upon the skin of my two arms;
sound, reaching out to embrace you like that flared hood of the Cobra-Goddess;
sound, the waves of water and luminescence of your triumphant eye.

I bring my two hands as the eastern and western horizons;
the two horizons, shining as burnished gold when your countenance passes,
your double eye capturing the lapis lazuli of the sky;
the two horizons, wet with the flood of the first beginning,
whose lakes of gold and silver carry aloft your disk and crescent faces;
the two horizons, the Twin Sycamores of lofty and piercing boughs,
standing to face the ruddy dawn when its sun-calf strides between them;
the two horizons, the eastern eye which captures the earth at daybreak,
and the western eye which ensnares the dusky sky in its net;
the two horizons, the tamarisk from which the sky pours,
and the sycamore in which the constellations seek refuge;
the two horizons, the sky-blue lotus of the sun’s ancient birth,
the blue-black mound where his golden hawk alighted;
the two horizons, these two pylons between which my arms extend,
bringing with them the light and darkness of the first beginning.

Hear O Gods the voice of my heart,
resounding in the shadows as the wholesome eye of the dawn!
What I have chased is the injury upon me;
clouding my heart like the blearing of your celestial eye,
closing the door leaves of the sky to my gaze;
but I have thrown open the gates of the sky before you,
the eastern and western veils rent from the lights of your eyes.
In the east your door leaves are thrown wide open with the sun;
your door leaves in the west are thrown wide open at your approach.
The yawning legs of the sky present their verdant mound to you,
its eventide fissure making wet the path your holy feet tread.
I inhale the cloud of your lotus fragrance diffused from your loins;
this the scent of that very first dawn breaking the leaves of the sky.

Hear O Gods the beating of my heart,
the light that unfurls your heart’s ears!
I come on the tide of those ancient waters
where the face of the sun shone forth;
his arousal stirring the body of the flood,
his hand summoning the wind with its commands.
I come as his hand and his command,
my sacral tread bringing with it that light of the first beginning.
Let the lights of my two eyes shine for you in the darkness,
traveling the course of the Unwearying Stars before you.
Let the command of my two lips place the Imperishable Stars in your keep,
their illumination the mooring post where the light of the world gleams.

Hear O Gods the language of the sky,
pregnant with memory through the glance of eternal stars!
She is the Mother who bore the heavens and uplifted the sun,
her breast the sanctuary of untold constellations.
Stretching out her two arms, she cradled the dewy mantle of the sun,
breathing into his mouth the fragrance of your beginning.
Through half moon lips was the vault ordered according to her wish;
the sun becoming the sovereign of the naked and virgin horizon.
Come sun and come horizon, you thigh of bull and perch of falcon,
where the ruddy mantle of the dawn pours out at your feet!
Your language is the color of the midnight sky,
whose sound is the dance of the Unwearying Stars;
rising and falling, yet rising again.

I too rise after I have fallen;
see my body rising as a heron to crown the brow of heaven;
behold my wings of gold riding the wind as a falcon;
hear my words as a swallow breaking the silence of the sky.
For when your earth has fallen beneath my bare feet,
when the stillness of the waters has covered the Two Banks,
I will rise as a star in the eastern portion of heaven;
and my portion shall be the whole of the sun’s course
through the belly of his starry Mother.

Take the lamp of my full face and its light,
having filled the horizons and dazzled the green earth;
its beauty bears the language of that first daybreak,
coming fast over the rolling hills where the sun dances before us.
Let us dance when the Sun-God dances over his soil,
rich in his life and potent in his savor,
with sycamore and tamarisk swaying in our wake!
See how his light plies the southern waters from their dusky slumber;
awakened by the shout of his celestial eye,
they flood the earth’s rolling hills with their ancient memory.

Now you rise and awake like that ancient flood,
bringing upon your youthful skin the blue essence of first light’s lotus.
And who is born from the dew of its unfolding petals;
who becomes the child of the flood from which the sky draws its fire?
I am held at the breast of that sun-clad flower,
to shine my face upon the lonely waters of the world.
It is the sky who opens its two eyes before me,
and the earth who extends his body to receive me.

I bring you sound as the language of becoming
to open up your ears;
I bring you light as the memory of beginning
to reckon millions of years.
I bring you my heart’s constant beating
to fill the empty spaces;
I bring my heart’s most ancient flood
to awaken your dark spaces.

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