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No part of the world I wanted
And yet I came to the Tree
The pain of my life, I shunned it
And yet I bore it for thee,
Seeking to understand you,
Struggling against the spear
Hurt and helplessly hanging
Nine nights that lasted years
Until I said yes to the suffering,
Allowed it to pierce my heart,
Thus making my final offering
Of the last thing that kept me apart,
For my desire to find you
Was greater than it all--
And I felt the spear pass through us
As the ropes give way, and I fall--
And realized the mystery
That we are one upon the Tree
That I am you, and you are me
And bound and free.
© Michaela Macha
And yet I came to the Tree
The pain of my life, I shunned it
And yet I bore it for thee,
Seeking to understand you,
Struggling against the spear
Hurt and helplessly hanging
Nine nights that lasted years
Until I said yes to the suffering,
Allowed it to pierce my heart,
Thus making my final offering
Of the last thing that kept me apart,
For my desire to find you
Was greater than it all--
And I felt the spear pass through us
As the ropes give way, and I fall--
And realized the mystery
That we are one upon the Tree
That I am you, and you are me
And bound and free.
© Michaela Macha
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Bansid
I heard the lonely Bansid, cry
Calling ocean mist across the sky
I know in the ocean he will die,
When the wind begins to cry
And the moon to lie.
Oh darling, I cry for you,
On the cliffs I wretch…..
Oh darling, come home soon
So I join her wail,
Calling to the soul
Soon to be kept by the water
And I wonder if she knows,
What loss is.
I heard the lonely Bansid, cry
Calling ocean mist across the sky
I know in the ocean he will die,
When the wind begins to cry
And the moon to lie.
Oh darling, you are drowning,
In the fury of the sea,
Oh darling, I love you,
So I'll follow thee,
Throwing my heart to the sea,
Soon to b
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is there anything worse
than insomnia?
maybe this voodoo doll
who just won't stop staring at me
or maybe it's the frustration
with myself and my inability
to go back to sleep
to write how I want
you do not rule me or my art
take your traditions and walk away
or I swear on my art
which is my life
I will rip your traditions to shreds
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Dawn
Behold the beauty of the sun
Reflected in the sea
The dawn's silent stretch across the sky
Is much more great than me
And how the water flashes back
A gleaming eye of verity
In which you can behold a glimpse
Of deep within and deep without this galaxy.
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Odin as Hangatyr, God of the Hanged and Hanged God himself, is how I was drawn to him first, and still primarily relate to.
Trying to understand what it means to hang on the Tree of Life has been haunting me since.
Trying to understand what it means to hang on the Tree of Life has been haunting me since.
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Years I have spent contemplating the Mystery of Woden on the Bough, the meaning of Yggdrasil and the Irminsul. Intriguing for me to imbibe the conclusions of another, and while I think our paths in meditation were different, the conclusion was the same. But enough of my metaphysical meddling.
You write powerfully. Keep it up, if you please. It always warms my Heathen heart to see our numbers growing.
You write powerfully. Keep it up, if you please. It always warms my Heathen heart to see our numbers growing.