The Goddess Nuit brings you with her lips when she comes;
west’s mouth opens at twilight where your flashing star rises.
Your luminescence foretells the rising flank of the naked moon;
‘lips of lapis lazuli’ is your name at the moment of his ascension.
Djehuty declares you by the enchantment of his tongue;
you glide from his divine speech as a silver crescent’s boon.
What graces my mouth is the fullness of heaven’s eye;
‘tongue of silver’ is your name when his gleam strikes my lips.
The Goddess Auset binds you to me with her girdle;
she brings at her breast the sanguine knot of sky’s magic.
Seven knots surround your center on her seat of constant ardor;
‘heart of red jasper’ is your name where my breast keeps you.
Ausir the green raises you from his pasture when he comes;
sprouting seed weaves your field as the earth my feet travel.
How you rise by the flood the Good God urges from my loins;
‘thighs of malachite’ is your name as you spring from my hand.
The Goddess Hwt-Her shakes your sycamore of the sky;
with swaying hips she catches you between her western mounds.
My mirror leads lonely eyes up the trail of starry branches;
‘boughs of turquoise’ is your name on the morning heaven sways you.
Amun-Ra brings your cloud of myrrh when he comes;
I inhale the rising sun on my heart’s holy horizon.
The Lord of Thrones has placed you before his tree of myrrh;
‘god-making fragrance’ is your name when your breath leads the sky.
The Goddess Muwt fulfills your soul when her lake swells;
she navigates with the roar of your name by moonlight on her waters.
I am there to drink your zeal as thunder tears the sky;
‘traveler of splendor’ is your name when you sail my lightning skin.
Khonsu-Neferhotep brings your shade when he comes;
an open lotus meets the eyes of the sky by daybreak’s blush.
How the east shares your body with the holy river’s mirror;
‘shadow of the Sun-God’ is your name by dawn and twilight.
The Goddess Sekhmet opens your eyes with her hands of might;
your sky becomes her brow of life where ceaseless flame is kindled.
I tread the horizon where I am led into that sight of power;
‘eye of flame’ is your name when your heart of jasper strikes me.
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.
I depart from the doorways of this world
without consolation of the things I have known.
A stranger in my own flesh; do I own my flesh?
A stranger beneath the sky; am I beneath my sky?
A stranger to the breath in my lungs; is there breath in my lungs?
A stranger to the beating of my heart; is that the beating of my heart;
or am I now a corpse in that place they call the hallowed west,
where the Sun-God comes in his old age to meet the mouth of His Mother?
Mother, I remember your body from before the day I was born.
It was your lake I swam in, nourished by the flood of my beginning.
What you passed to me was the wet breath of my mortality,
the language of clinging to my body of the earth before I knew earth;
but I knew my fingers, my toes, my mouth, and my beating heart.
It was your heart I heard in my flooded ears; swimming in the drum
through nine moons beating.
Mother, I remember the taste of your milk in my mouth,
your breasts of the sky feeding my lips constellations;
how the Unwearying Stars traverse the roof of my mouth,
as they traverse the sky from dawn until dusk.
It was your milk that gave me the stars of the midnight hour;
these passing down to me the memory of our first beginning
when we traveled the canals of the waters above.
Mother, you are my waters and you are my flood;
carry me in your breast and between your golden thighs.
Mother, you are the secret cavern where I will be reborn;
call me to your cleft of the Gods where I will become a god.
Mother, yours is the mouth in which the sun is swallowed;
take me in your lips of sunset where I will shine as nether sky’s mirror.
Mistress of the Sky, Mansion of Heaven, the Lady of Gold
whose starry belly reckons the years of gods and men;
I cannot be a stranger when I come to your dusky flank,
for my face glitters in the shadows like the Sun-God’s reflection;
I being the child of your sky, the seed of your holy cavern,
the very memory of your celestial form.
When I go in by night I shine as one of those Imperishable Stars;
your body my ladder and your hands my enchantments;
but when I come out, I go forth by day as the light of the eastern horizon;
your flood my beginning and your birth pangs my heart’s revival.
O Mother, be the sky stretched above my brow of gold,
and let your two arms clear a passage for me through the waters on high!
Shout for me, lift me up on the curve of your glittering thighs of metal,
and pronounce my name as a sacred star to dazzle on your horizon.
House of the Gods, Residence of the Hawk, Sanctuary of the Sun
in which the bodies of the living Gods are fashioned forever;
you cannot remain a secret from my two eyes when they find you,
for my eyes are the mirrors of the sky birthed from your keep;
my right eye opened by day as the sovereign of the turquoise east;
my left eye opened by night as the sovereign of the lapis west.
It is my eyes that know gold and master lapis lazuli,
and my body that sprouts turquoise as the beams of the afternoon sun.
Gods of the western horizon, hear my footsteps and remember my form,
born from the same Mother who gave you birth;
my body spreading the savor of the nether sky before me;
the sheen of my skin inherited from the flesh of the Sun-God;
the iridescence of my flank being that of the sacred beetle;
my loins possessing the flood that came forth from the beginning;
carrying between my thighs the Mound where the Great Ba-Soul rose;
my brow being the vertex of the Lord to the Limits;
the crown of my head being the horizon of the Cobra-Goddess;
and all of these forms of mine being the very members of the Gods.
I enter the doorways of the west in the company of the stars,
going before me to proclaim my names to the eternal sky;
and I too am eternal in the body of the heavens where I am born.
This is my breath you hear, O Gods;
it expands the lungs of the Cobra-Goddess!
This is my heart that beats, O Gods;
it rends the horizons of the vault at my forthcoming!
These are my eyes you see, O Gods;
they open up the east and the west with their wholesome gaze!
These are my nostrils you inhale, O Gods;
they approach with the northern wind as their gale!
These are my two lips that speak, O Gods;
their language fills your ears as the Sun-God’s command!
These are my powers you recognize, O Gods;
they precede me in the darkness of the nether vault,
becoming my entourage when I cross the threshold of the hallowed west!
You know my whisper, my breath, and the beating of my heart;
you feel my fingers, my toes, and the skin I had from my Mother;
for she is your Mother, too, and her skin is upon your very bones this day!
I depart from the doorways of this world
carrying the consolation of things known only to the Gods.
A master of my own flesh; my flesh is the language of the hallowed.
A master above the sky; my sky is the sanctuary of the sun.
A master of the breath in my lungs; my breath contains the words of deities.
A master of the beating of my heart; my heartbeat sounds the memory
of the Gods from the ancient beginning;
for I am I now a body of radiant light in that place they call the hallowed west,
where the Sun-God comes in his old age to meet the mouth of His Mother.
I have secreted away my heart in the arms of the sycamore,
glowing brightly in the dusky south where rises the flood;
taking as its companion the sorrows of sparrows,
who mourn for the water that rages within a cavern.
All lives dart to and fro like sparrows upon desert’s wind;
they find consolation in the miseries of the sky.
It is the promise of the ruddy and gilded dawn that guides them;
over the torrent of darkness where nets ensnare souls misguided.
Have I a comfort in the secret things of the earth;
the heady gossip of swallows who bring messages from far away.
They hold their beaks aloft in the prow of the Night-Ark;
it is Ra the Sun who hears them, whose beams alight with their feet.
Have I learned the secret language of those swallows,
their messages on the wind heralding the Sun-God’s return?
Or have I sought only the hungry pleasures of this world,
which eat a man alive and spit him out in the lonely west.
My ba flies in the sycamore unyielding against the eternal sky;
in the south where it drinks the flood and receives heaven’s breast.
The two mounds of my Goddess enchant the eastern sky,
where Ra of the Double Horizon reveals His face in Her mirror.
O nehet-sycamore of refuge dazzling in your turquoise light;
spread your fingers into the sky where Ra feeds you rejuvenation.
What you receive from your father’s face irradiates your breast;
where my parched lips drink from that holy spring of the south.
I come having been bludgeoned by the anger of the desert;
demanding to be heard, he has removed the green land from my gaze.
You are that verdant refuge where the soul finds solace;
reaching out with your two arms and drawing journeyers to your breast.
Gold becomes you and lapis lazuli finds your noble brow;
where the Eye of the Sun-God is completed to perfection.
Your body of precious metals fulfills the sky in its wholeness,
where Ra is reborn from your loins of myrrh fragrance.
Attend me O Sycamore when I come to your branches;
a hole where my heart was now the nesting place of sparrows.
To your lofty branches flutter the bau-souls of the departed;
on their way to the Western Mount where the Sun is swallowed whole.
Make me the Sun, O my Goddess of the Twin Sycamores;
birth me from the hallows of your gap in youth-bearing east!
Your sky is split open to reveal the face of the Sun-Calf;
dappled with your luster He becomes the torch of the earth.
I too dazzle as turquoise beneath those eastern twins,
whose shades fall as malachite before the life-giving pool.
My ba in flight has found respite in the magic of Her branches;
where earth and sky meet in ecstatic union to give eternal birth.
Hwt-Her my Goddess has appeared within Her eastern pool;
clad in net of gold Her copper skin breathes with sacred myrrh.
With hips like wide mountains she encircles east and west;
the music of Her thighs singing the Sun-God to shine upon the world.
Mistress of the Sycamore and Lady of the Sky,
bend back your fecund branches to fill my heart’s vessel!
When the thirst of travelers makes mountains of the dead,
yours is the spring of unending sweetness imbibing famished souls.
When calls the hallowed west to bring the Sun to his Mother,
I merge with holy Ra to make shelter in heaven’s stars.
Yours are the Imperishable Stars, O Sycamore of the Sky,
within whose infinite reach the Moon-God is enshrined.
Bring a torch for me in the east and let my eyes dance with the Sun;
born as He is through your gilded cleft where all life finds renewal.
I have learned the secret language of swallows for which the Sun rises;
these beats and breaths of my living heart now planted in your keeping.
Now sing words O Goddess from which your Sun shall draw His living breath;
to make all sleeping hearts beat again as drums to meet your dancing.
May fine myrrh kiss the mouth of darkness to open up its light;
a turquoise spark to set a fire against the midnight sky.
The beautiful speech of the Sycamore-Mistress now fills the empty vault:
Come O bau-souls traveling on the hollow breath of darkness,
drink my light of turquoise as it shatters over the earth;
your bau-souls fly in my sycamore branches!
Come lonely and bereft of life,
whose weary travels have ensnared all joy;
let joy be rekindled in the fragrance of my two arms,
held out wide and carrying the Sun between them.
He rises and you rise;
your bau-souls fly in my sycamore branches!
As the west swallows whole all that east has given,
you shall find that southern route where surge the waters of becoming;
your bau-souls fly in my sycamore branches!
As every full vessel is poured out in thirst’s greedy wake,
you shall find the flood of renewal beneath your dusty feet;
your bau-souls fly in my sycamore branches!
As hungry west devours all that lives in the shadow of the Sun,
the east shall behold you as the dappled Sun-Calf
striding before His pool;
your bau-souls fly in my sycamore branches!
As Ra the aged comes himself to the open mouth of the sky,
you become the ram of the Sun-God embraced by the Unwearying Stars;
your bau-souls fly in my sycamore branches!
So rise, rise, rise O you bau-souls crossing the western shore!
Fly up as swallows to take your place in the prow of the Night-Ark;
your bau-souls fly in my sycamore branches!
Ascend, ascend, ascend O you bau-souls coming forth by day!
Soar as falcons of gold to make your nest in my mansion;
your bau-souls fly in my sycamore branches!
Live, live, and live again O you bau-souls carrying your hearts with you!
Filled again are the vessels of your hearts with the secret language of life;
your bau-souls fly in my sycamore branches!
I have flown up with my heart into the arms of the sycamore,
filled to completion in the Sun-bearing east where rises the light;
taking as its companion the rejoicing of sparrows,
who celebrate the renewal of life that grows within the sky.
To have darted to and fro without knowledge of cause or purpose,
I come now to the brilliant home where my life finds its breath again.
To have braved my travels in a dark sky where death becomes my mother;
My ba flies in the sycamore encircled by the eternal sky.
She is the sycamore mistress whose supple arms encircle the sky,
her gilt branches winking in the languid embrace of the sun’s final moments.
How he stretches down for her, dappling those leaves and naked feet;
how lofty reach those arms of gold, those fingers of turquoise splendor.
Her name is House of Heaven as she stands upon her hill;
receiving the Sun-God’s diadem which outshines him upon her brow.
Two upright horns in whose curve radiates the power above the vault;
she receives him by eventide with half moon lips through which the stars
glimmer.
We enter her twilight cleft in the western mount where Sun-God slumbers;
his descended body swallowed by her mouth of celestial flood.
Is she not the keeper of his seasons, the golden vessel in which he lies;
when she becomes the tree of the fecund mound to receive him when he dies.
When the sacred river is at its flood she dips her naked toes;
a net of dusky gold glistens in her wake, her footfall watched by gods.
Ruddy lips catch a taste of the flood rushing fast to savor her ankles;
how quickly turn the heads of gods and men to steal a glance as she drifts by.
She dips low beneath the flood like that lotus when sundown calls;
how her twin mounds of east and west rise with vigor above the waters.
The Sun-God chases the wind to find his secret throne between them;
and blushes the flood as its wet kiss finds the source of life’s nourishment.
On the riverbank beside her weave and dance the papyrus scepters; zesh-zesht, zesh-zesht they whisper as her wet thighs emerge.
Sycamore cow is her name when her flood meets the earth,
when all that is green becomes an ornament of turquoise at her breast.
Here Gods and men process to the quaking of hips and thighs;
when heaven’s shrine thunders, her voice cracks open earth and sky.
Drum and rattle and terror are hers as she takes to ecstatic movement;
how the eyes of all tumble down when she crashes in a cloud of myrrh!
Beneath the acacias whose branches sweep the vault she dances
without respite;
malachite green and real lapis lazuli follow her sacral tread.
With brow in the sky and feet under soil she knots the worlds in union;
her divine throne making her home the keeping of Gods and men.
She has made of her sycamore branches a perch for the Sacred Falcon;
he alights with eyes wide open to the shrine of celestial play.
With her lithe body she girdles the sky whose sun becomes her lover;
as nightfall sweeps the river he receives heaven’s dappled embrace.
It is she who lifts him above the earth, the place where he alights;
her lotus breath becomes his name when she holds him firm by night.
Her stars she bestows to her lover of air, her eyes become his crown;
when earth pays homage to his sacred feet it is she who draws him down.
Night finds her braided tresses home of moon with stars behind;
a crescent to form a diadem and a net of gold to shine.
When daylight brightens her perfect form as girdle of the sky,
a gilded belly flashes copper navel above an ebony shrine.
Sycamore Goddess whom earth and sky follow appears full-faced by dawn;
the Sun-God’s yawning arms stretch far to hail her lotus face unfurling.
Our sacred river leaps in its turbulent courses to kiss her vaunted roots;
the earth itself rising to follow when her fingers arouse his Two Banks.
What raiment does she need when all of heaven is her mantle;
creation wraps her primordial form in fine gold and beams of turquoise.
Yet ground and vault dance with desire for the raptures of her light;
our sky’s girdle by which the life of the sun becomes our eternal mansion.
“Hwt-Her-Mistress of the Sky”/ An original Kemetic icon by Ptahmassu Nofra-Uaa. Extra fine watercolor, gold, semi-precious stones on 8″x10” archival panel. Genuine mineral pigments used as watercolor: Lapis lazuli (sourced from Chile), Amethyst (Soladad, Brazil), Bloodstone (Alaska, USA), Jadeite (Alaska, USA), Piemontite (Alaska, USA), Rhodonite (Bellahorizonte, Brazil), hydrated iron oxide (red and yellow ochre). 22 karat gold, turquoise (Tibet), Shattuckite with malachite (from the Shattuck Mine in Bisbee, Arizona). Austrian crystal elements by Swarovski®.
Homage to You, Hwt-Her, Lady of Life, Enveloped in turquoise with the lotus as your diadem!
O Golden Lady, how can men approach you? How can the Gods behold your glory, shining as electrum in the Eastern heaven. To look upon You is to be blinded by the fire of your body, casting the shadow of the Sun as that Great Cobra Goddess.
The Sun’s light does not reveal your completeness, Though your embodiment is the circuit of the Wedjat Eye in its time; it is unknowable, and the Gods cannot fathom your strides across the Imperishable Stars.
O Goddess, the Mistress of the Sky, how fair is your countenance, how dazzling your lips, your eyes of green malachite, your eyebrows like the iridescent plumage of the Sacred Falcon.
How He comes to you, erect upon His perch, His lofty standard shining with your love. He embraces you, the One of the Two Horizons, His two wings not spanning the length of your divine body.
Smitten, the Lord of Valor becomes yours, as you, the long-legged Goddess, cause the faces of the Gods to be turned away, Ensnared by your beauty.
Homage to You, O Lady of Love who bestows rapture by the very sight of Her, whose body challenges the Sun for His light, whose Father is born through Her, whose brother becomes the Lord of the Earth by way of Her thighs!
You, O Hwt-Her, are the sovereign Mistress before whom the Gods submit their powers. Mysterious One, who in secret gives birth to the Sun in His moment of becoming.
Let me, too, come near to You in the hour of your rising, when in shards of turquoise your face becomes the illumination of the Sun-God.
May my two eyes behold You, may my ears hear the shaking of your papyrus reeds, may my nose inhale the intoxication of your lotus-fragrance, and may I be one of those in your entourage who lives forever on account of You.
– From the Hymns of Hwt-Her Mistress of the Sky By Master Iconographer Ptahmassu Nofra-Uaa
These are the words of the artisan Ptahmassu, Beloved of Ptah, the master color artist, Great Director of Craftsmen in the House of Ptah Who has spent his life making images of the Gods, Who propitiates the Gods through the works of His hands, dynamic in the Soul-Mansion of Ptah, Whom Ptah the Lord of Ma’at loves:
Rise, O Goddess, bedecked in the trappings of Ra, Shining of face like the Disk at sunrise, Acclaimed by the Vault as its mistress, Heiress of the sky whose embodiment glitters With fine gold!
Rise, O Hwt-Her, Hand of the Netjer! Your body, young and perfectly appointed, Causes Atum to rise in His season, His passion becoming the verdant land, His seed bearing the fruit of the Sacred Land.
Rise, O Hwt-Her, the Golden One, Upon whose brow radiates the Eye of the Disk, Whose radiation flares as the Cobra Goddess, Her terror filling the hearts of gods and humankind.
O Beautiful One, the perfect countenance of Her father in his sky, Ra has lifted you up, Your body forming the domain of heaven, Your navel becoming the great Mooring Post. The Ark of the Day shines by your light! The Ark of the Night follows your glistening Thighs into the realm of the Blessed.
Rise, O Hwt-Her, Mansion of the Lofty, The House of the Falcon, the Residence of the Elevated One!
Your embodiment is the seat of the Eye, Whose wholeness becomes you, Whose powers shine through you, Whose life is renewed at your coming home From the south.
Djehuty the Lord of Eight-Town comes out To hail you, acclaiming your powers, and Leading you to your throne at the Filling of The Wedjat Eye.
Rise, O Hwt-Her, Mistress of Turquoise, Mistress of real Lapis-lazuli, upon whose Limbs glitters indestructible gold, That skin of the gods which brings joy To the hearts of humankind, through whose Magic the netjeru possess the entire circuit Of the sun.
Rise, O Goddess, O Hwt-Her, O Mistress of Love, Lady of Intoxication swimming through the Thighs of men!
They see you, their hearts beat fast and their Loins shudder in rapture.
They hear the music of your feet, the shaking Of your breasts, the swaying of your hips. All men make a dance for you, you who grant The joys of lovemaking, the beauty of the flesh.
Rise, O Hwt-Her, the Daughter of Ptah, His beloved, The ornament of Ra Whose brow dazzles as the Eye of the Sun!
Come, O Goddess, in peace and in beauty! Awaken in peace, O Hwt-Her, awaken in beauty. Awaken in peace, O Golden One, awaken in beauty. Awaken in peace, O Lady of Life, awaken in beauty. Awaken in peace, O Lady of the Green, awaken in beauty. Awaken in peace, O Eye of Ra, awaken in beauty. Awaken in peace, O Mistress of the Sky, awaken in beauty. Awaken in peace, O Mistress of the West, awaken in beauty.
O Goddess, your holy image is established on earth and Outshines the circuit of the sun, the zenith of your powers Becoming this image in the eyes of humankind.
Let all honor be yours in it, and the fruits that come forth Be all things good and pure!
These are the words of Ptahmassu, having consecrated This body, this ba of the Great Goddess Hwt-Her, Calling it after Her “Hwt-Her Mistress of the Sky“.
-Consecration prayer for the icon Hwt-Her Mistress of the Sky By Master Iconographer Ptahmassu Nofra-Uaa
O Goddess, Hwt-Her, What light heaven has Belongs to You. O Divine Hand, Mansion of the Falcon!
In the east, where You dazzle, Giving birth to the beetle Of scintillating armor; In the west, where the tips Of your golden horns Welcome the spirits of The Blessed Dead.
Homage to You, Hwt-Her! Mistress of Turquoise, From whose glittering limbs Ra in the vault draws pleasure, Between whose loins The face of the sun emerges.
Dawn, beckoning, shining with joy, Your face captivates the eyes of the Gods, Whose heads are turned in your Eastern direction.
Lapis lazuli, your hair, A token of the Sun-God’s glory. The curves of your muscles and sinews Shifting beneath a gown woven of Transparent illumination.
Your mandrake lips, your honey breath, Leaving all gods breathless, And bestowing the breath of life To humankind.
O Goddess, Hwt-Her, Enwrapped by the falcon wings Of your beloved, Whose name your womb enshrines; Heru, His ardor finds fulfillment Within your house of rosy flesh.
Homage to You, Hwt-Her! Mistress of Heaven who renews The foreign lands, Whose deft fingers draw out From the earth all that is precious. Decorated with the turquoise light Of the sun, its rays find You, Its magnificence crowns You Like a royal diadem, Shooting forth the awesome terror Of the Cobra Goddess.
O Hwt-Her, your music resounds Throughout the expanse of the vault, Awakening the sleepers, Giving eternal life to the well-provisioned Spirits, who find their home in your Indestructible beauty.
May your light touch my face. May it awaken the Gods. May your grace adorn the earth, Renewed by the power of your love. May I find a home in your womb, So that I, like the Ancestors, May be birthed as the eternally shining Sun, like Ra, to live forever in the Ark of Millions.
O Hwt-Her, O Goddess, Mistress of Turquoise! Your feet stride softly, Providing a mirror of golden light To those twilight dwellers, To those who abide in the outer darkness. Ra Himself comes into being Through your womanhood, As do all living beings, Who draw strength from your body Like the earth from the sky.
– From the Hymns of Hwt-Her Mistress of the Sky By Master Iconographer Ptahmassu Nofra-Uaa
What desolate voices have called me out Beneath turquoise skies and wasted valleys? To make love beneath Your embrace, To empty my loins within Your intoxicating Influence; Hwt-Her, am I under Your Western sky?
Stars kiss the lapis vault without obstruction, How far my eyes may behold Your grace. O bovine gilt and wet with the Milky Way’s Lust, never spent, ever ambitious in Your Holy light.
O moon, fresh, painted only in naked white Veil, I stroke Your tender thighs, I sweeten My tongue with Your beauty! Hwt-Her, am I under Your Western sky?
When I kiss, make love, taste the nectar of My true love’s bud, I wonder at the Passionate sweep of starlight, the horns of The Celestial Cow prodding the noble Moon.
The desert, so ambitious, possesses my eyes Relentlessly, and yet is Your favored cavern, Where deep inside the miracle of life is Renewed. Hwt-Her, am I under Your Western sky?
O Golden One, the Hand of the God, Hwt-Her, within Whose house the ardor Of the Falcon arises!
Mountains in the West open their portals Upon hearing the sweetness of Your voice, The Sun coming home again, alighting On the noble perch, swathed in the Turquoise beams of Your sacred body.
O Hand, blushing cheek, honey lips, Tresses of blue-black like real lapis lazuli; Yours is the countenance that ensnares The hearts of gods, Whom Ptah the Beautiful of Face cherishes.
O Star, sweet bovine, the Ark of the Sky-Lord, There is no remedy for a man who holds Fast to Your scent, when breezes like the Northern gust take heart and eyes with Sudden delight.
Hwt-Her, the very body of the God, Whose Dazzling plumage shines in Your Sun, Whose eyes are ruled by Your eye, Whose nobility is the power of Your loins, Whose beauty is the mirror of Your love.
O Holy Lady, Mistress of the Western Mountain, I call You to come in Your glory, bestowing the Boon of love, the favors of Your Lord, Whose House on high is the House of Your golden Loins.
Hwt-Her, the sweet essence, the fire, the Eye of Ra, Appear not in Your terror but in Your beauty, come, Enchant the heart with goodness, and make of my Flesh a vessel for the miracle of Your love!
– From the Hymns of Hwt-Her Mistress of the Sky By Master Iconographer Ptahmassu Nofra-Uaa
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