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OnceOnce I sought out Him
Whom most I desire,
When, quite unexpected,
My flight took me higher.

Hurtled to somewhere
I'd not been before,
Bereft of my concepts,
My notions no more.

There at the threshold
No memory or thought,
No words and no image,
Nor seeker nor sought.

Before me, an abyss,
A void that was full,
Drawing me with
Irresistible pull.

I clung to the edge
Yet for falling I yearned;
An eternity passed
Till at last, I returned.

I've since had a hard time
To wear my old masks
In the world of fixed forms
And its temporal tasks.

(C) Michaela Macha
Their Voice"Sing us a song!" shouted the men
On the night before battle began.
The Skald stirred the strings, and once again
Of their heroes he sang to the clan.

And sparks from the fire danced on his lyre,
His words kindled courage to flame;
Both voice and harp rang clear and sharp
As their blades when the morning came;

And singing they went their foes to meet,
To the rhythm of sword upon shield,
To the rhythm of blows and thundering feet,
Till the enemy had to yield -

And round the Skald cried a joyous throng:
"A song now, a song !"

In the hall they built on the land they'd won
His lays were of love and of lore;
With wisdom and wit he
The WatcherA war, somewhere. A soldier is crossing a line
when combat begins and something shifts in his head.
I watch. He feels so alive, like never before--
He revels. Ecstatic, the killing. Delightful, the gore.
He´d not known he could be like this. He´ll try to forget,
yet yearn for it later at home. All this is mine.

A city, somewhen. An artist is doing a line;
addicted to beauty, his craving helps him create.
I watch his choice to live fast; he will not live long.
He fades while his dreams become real in sculpture and song.
Soon he will have nothing left, except wait
for the time to pass between shots. This, too, is mine.

A l
To a New OdinsmanI can tell who you are
You radiate
Burning desire, confusion
So much like my own
Seeking one who defies being found,
Walking the long road.
It will stay that way, you know
The desire, the yearning
Will never end.
But this should not keep you from walking.
Sometimes you'll be in the company of others,
But mostly you'll know
What loneliness means.
Along the way, somewhere
You will meet pain
And learn to make it your companion.
When the road closes in on you,
Leaving no leeway,
When it loses itself in the wild
And you grope through the thicket,
Close your eyes
Your love is your lodestone.
You will always feel Him
Just out
God of MysteryTune:"Bound for the Promised Land"

I sing the God who never rests
From finding hidden lore,
And for all the riddles that he guessed
He's ever seeking more.

Chorus:
I follow the God of mystery,
Of memory and thought;
Oh, won't you come and join with me,
To seek what he has sought?

Through labor, trickery and charms
He won the poets' brew,
And breaking free from Gunnlod's arms
From Suttung fast he flew.

Chorus

A knowledge contest entered he
And pledged his life as bet;
His last question was a mystery,
Vafthrudnir lost his head.

Chorus

To drink from wisdom's water, he
Feared not the price to pay,
The wonders of nine worlds
Nine Daring AsatruTune: Ten little Indians (1868)

Nine Daring Asatru were calling Odin´s migth;
the stormwind blew them all away, and then there were just eight.

Eight Daring Asatru conjured the Volva´s ken,
the Volva took one back to Hel, and then there were just se'en.

Seven Daring Asatru invited Loki´s tricks,
one heathen laughed himself to death, and then there were just six.

Six Daring Asatru did blot a goat alive;
the godhi struck and missed the blow, and then there were just five.

Five Daring Asatru were shouting loud for Thor;
a lightning flash struck down at once, and then there were just four.

Four Daring Asatru were going f

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Three stylized drinking horns, thought to represent the three vessels that held the mead of poetry, Odhroerir ("Soul-Stirrer"). My poetry website´s logo.
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*hawthorne-cat Jun 9, 2012  Professional General Artist
nicely done!
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*Odins-Gift Jun 9, 2012
Thank you :-)!
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*SkaldicProductions May 28, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
great symbol!
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*Odins-Gift May 28, 2012
Thank you :-)!
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~Cornelia-Queen Jan 12, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
very cute
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*Odins-Gift Jan 12, 2012
Thank you :-).
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~Rettna Jan 2, 2011
Well done Michaela :-) ......... and a fabulous website also!
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*Odins-Gift Jan 3, 2011
Thank you :-)!
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