My Tomb Is On This Shore

My Tomb Is On This Shore

My tomb is on this shore,
in the place where the earth is swallowed by the sky;
His nakedness is covered by Her imperishable stars
for the eyes of swallows ascending the western vault.
And my nakedness?
His loins are awakened by the flowers of the sky;
beaten gold and ruddy copper flash as His girdle,
growing from a garden the hands of the Gods have planted;
cornflower and lotus unfurling their bright petals,
lighting a lamp before him
in the darkness of the desert’s edge.

I call on the Lord of the Rivers
to meet me by the water’s mouth;
Sebek Who is in the Water,
the Great Crocodile beautiful of forms;
who tears the sky with His double plumes,
appearing in the east as the Lord of Bakhu-Mountain.
This mountain is my destination, the sky rent above its peak;
and it is this crocodile of flashing white teeth
who makes a gap for my wings to enter.

My tomb is on this shore,
at the junction between the earth and sky;
He beholds the entourage of jabirus dancing
in their pilgrimage through that torn and glimmering veil.
And my pilgrimage?
His dance is the ascension of lamps in heaven’s lap,
whose yawning places him at the gate of a stellar home;
the tireless stars of generations hailing,
making of their song a guide for the wings of souls.
I answer when my ears of twilight are opened,
and my mouth breathes the breath the crocodile has woven.

I call on that Crocodile great of terror
to meet me by the desert’s mouth;
Sebek Who is Ruler of the Desert Edge,
whose teeth and claws reveal the flashing of the sun;
He coming on the dark waters to predict light,
crossing waterways as the sky flees His shadow.
These waterways are my destination, this Shadow my guide;
and I am brought up by the One Who Flies to the Skies,
who makes the starry vault a road for my wings.

My tomb is on this shore
in the place where the earth gives way to the sky;
His nakedness is revealed as the pathway of stars
for the eyes of herons rising on the eastern ladder.
And my nakedness?
His brow is crowned by the crest of the sky;
striking flame and sun’s eye are His mantle,
shooting forth from a horizon the Gods have opened;
thigh of bull and crocodile’s tail unveil their power,
lighting a lamp before Him
in the darkness of the sky’s edge.

All text copyright © 2016 Ptahmassu Nofra-Uaa

Stronger Than the Current / Beautiful Crocodile

Stronger Than the Current

When the holy river comes for me
he is a raging nest of crocodiles in my path;
what light the stars shone was consumed
by their cavernous bellies;
the stars of the north which rose for me;
the Bull’s Thigh which sent me a ladder,
glinting upon my lapis horizon;
a torch which showered molten gold upon my feet.
These are the treasures the sky gave me,
dressed in their luminous mantle;
and I too wore that cloak of stars on my shoulders,
until the river came with his terrors.

This flood pulls down the horizon from my brow,
coming down from between the mountains to take me.
In his wet hands like a lover I fall,
opening my heart to be devoured by the depths;
but this heart of mine is stronger than the current,
a stone of malachite with his flint edge.

Beautiful crocodile, I taste your bite and inhale your savor,
your gold, and your carnelian eyes;
you bring me my death, and I bring you my smile;
for this body you take is not the one in which I travel.
Beautiful crocodile, I take your bite for a lover,
and my heart grows back as a malachite stone.
These are the treasures the dark flood has given me,
what create or destroy the passions of men.

When your holy body comes for me
he is a torch of fragrant cedar in the arms of the wind;
his navel of electrum shines through the veil
twilight brings with his whisper.
I am confounded by your myrrh worn like a garland;
I am suspended from your neck as a chain of gold;
and who seeks me out but a heart of malachite
with his flint edge,
that beautiful crocodile with his ecstatic bite.
A stream of moonlight shone from my hand,
drawn from your stellar skin I had by heaven’s gaze;
these are the treasures the earth gave me,
stripped of his dusky mantle;
and I too wore that cloak of moonlight on my shoulders,
until the sun came with his commands.

Beautiful crocodile, I wear your skin and know your scales,
your teeth, and your potent aura;
you bring me my second life, and I bring you my power;
for this heart you take is not the one in which I travel.
Beautiful crocodile, I take your flesh for a lover,
and my will grows back as a malachite stone.
These are the treasures the dark night has given me,
what create or destroy the futures of men.

When the holy flood returns for me
he is a shady sycamore in my path;
what light the stars shine is sheltered in his branches;
the northern stars that rise for my brow,
the Bull’s Thigh that opens my eyes;
the heron of luminous crest
surpassing twilight’s grasp;
a torch of fine gold appearing in east’s mirror,
whose gaze falls upon my feet ascending.
These are the treasures the sky gives me,
dressed in their eternal mantle;
and I too wear that cloak of stars on my shoulders,
until the river comes with his darkness.

This flood brings up the horizon to my brow,
rushing up from between his thighs to take me.
In his wet hands like a lover I fall,
opening my heart to be devoured by the depths;
but this heart of mine is stronger than the current,
a stone of malachite with his flint edge.

Beautiful crocodile, I taste your vigor and inhale your desire,
your turquoise, and your thighs of gold;
you bring me my life, and I bring you my vessel;
for this body you take is not the one in which I travel.
Beautiful crocodile, I take your soul for a lover,
and my heart grows back as a malachite stone.
These are the treasures the dark flood has given me,
what create or destroy the eternities of men.

All text copyright © 2016 Ptahmassu Nofra-Uaa

In Peril With A Crocodile / Where My Heart Can Be Found

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I followed a crocodile to the banks of the holy river;
at flood time his malachite scales meet a swollen vein of silver.
How enticing his eyes winking as perfect carnelian in the sun;
the Sun-God himself enveloped by their savage depths.

Am I naïve of his intentions as I reveal my bare thighs;
the wide smile of his jaws flashing teeth of precious ivory.
The cool river as it floods entreats hot skin to consolation;
and how the crocodile waits to bestow it from the depths.

What crocodile is this who devours hearts beneath the sky;
not a man of flesh and blood, but a god for whom the waters rise.
The flood between his legs makes green all wasted hearts;
filled like festival jars for pouring until the morning breaks.

I have an offering for Lord Sobek secreted within a jar;
a young and fresh heart like carnelian to please him.
On the eastern horizon a ruddy sun dances in time with my heart;
from the waterfalls of the south my green lord hails with vigor.

A delicate blue lotus springs up from dusky waters;
it finds its sun scintillating as turquoise from a lapis sky.
Noble crocodile has jaws to encircle the sun;
his scales a net of gold in which lotus is held secure.

Shall I become a lotus ensconced in his gilt net;
a constellation of wet petals to unfurl against his armor.
Should I be that young sun in bloom within the flood;
a harvest to please my lord when his feet drink the water.

O Lord Sobek who dwells within the water,
foremost of heart who is the Lord of Love;
bring with you from the depths my heart like the sun,
to shine forth its powers through all the murky waters.

Great Crocodile whose feet are firmly planted on the banks;
you carry the sun’s invulnerable strength upon your back.
Standing in the prow of the celestial barque when twilight calls,
the thundering drum of your voice is heard across the sky.

Beneath this ruddy sky of yours my heart has found its calling;
what danger in the current could forestall its urgent beating?
Teeth that flash threats with the charm of full moon’s mirror,
beckon my heart to brave any danger the waters hide.

I have found a joy in darkness where the waters meet the sky;
kissed by the veil of nightfall the sun has found his lover.
When the heart has ceased its struggle against life’s rushing current,
it rises from banks beneath the flood to make its home with the sun.

A blue lotus drinks the abyss;
beneath the dark waters where my heart can be found.
The Sun-God passes through the dusky veil;
beneath the dark waters where my heart can be found.
Life is swallowed by the west and reborn from eastern thighs;
beneath the dark waters where my heart can be found.
We are pulled down by the current to make union with the sun;
beneath the dark waters where my heart can be found.
The imperishable stars endure against the midnight sky;
beneath the dark waters where my heart can be found.
The caverns within the earth digest the seed of the aging sun;
beneath the dark waters where my heart can be found.
A sun that finds his power in the place where power dies;
beneath the dark waters where my heart can be found.
A golden heron nests on a mound embraced by shadow;
beneath the dark waters where my heart can be found.
A vessel all poured out may then be filled again;
beneath the dark waters where my heart can be found.
Crocodile leads me to the womb where my seed is sown;
beneath the dark waters where my heart can be found.

Has my offering of a youthful heart sated the lord who could eat the sun;
from his smile of turquoise beams I see my heart shimmer.
To be taken by the flood is nothing to a foolhardy lover;
through the pangs of love’s snare does the sun gather his resilience.

In peril with a crocodile I am transformed into the sun,
to become sky’s sacred light where darkness is undone.
By night my light is swallowed to journey where souls are bound;
beneath the dark waters where my heart can be found.

All text copyright © 2016 Ptahmassu Nofra-Uaa

Honoring Sobek

Sobek

All praise to You, mighty Sobek,
Son of Neith whose arrows are
with Him!

Beloved lord, the Great, the raging
and fearsome, hidden in His waters,
the flooding in His time of becoming.
Yours is the face of Ra in the
First Time;
Dazzling, the waters are parted before
You, all green things sprout from the
void, the vault shudders at the moment
of Your birth.

All praise to You!
O Lord of Green things, Your body
brings to life all that has passed
away, the Great River swells as You
swell, and Your ardor becomes the
rutting of the beasts in their seasons.
All praise to You!

Beneficence of the waters, the Earth
receives Your bounty.
Radiance of the Disk, humankind thrives
on account of You.

O Lord of Love, Sobek swollen between
His thighs, goddesses follow after You,
their hearts ensnared by Your potency.
Great Sobek, You fill the bodies of men
with strength, while women become the
bearers of Your seed.
All praise to You!

O Sobek, wandering between the waters,
cherished in the darkness, acclaimed by
His light, fearsome in His body,
turn Your terror towards my enemies
and Your bounty to my hands.

May Your glory reflect the glory of Ra
in my limbs, and Your invincible love
be the shield of my heart.
All praise to You!

All text copyright © 2015 Rev. Ptahmassu Nofra-Uaa