Mnêmosynê of the lake shrouded in darkness star-patterned like Nyx we praise you brimming antilight who swallows harmony down like eternity drifting deep and helixing high words known ideas unuttered knives upon the tongue Time a steady exhalation a swelling deep within reflection without recognition ready to break into song ⛲️
Tag: prayer
A Prayer to Horkos for the Fifth Lunar Day
On the fifth day of the lunar calendar (ending in a few hours), Horkos was born to Eris. Here is a short prayer I wrote, and remember: read your obligations in every Terms of Service (typically the part with all-caps YOU or USER), baptism without consent is meaningless, and don't sign or vow anything until … Continue reading A Prayer to Horkos for the Fifth Lunar Day
Maxim 62: ἐλπίδα αἴνει
I. To Elpis (Hope) Elpis, you remain in the jar, the potential of libations. Before words are spoken, on the tip of the tongue, among our racing desires, adventurous, grasping thoughts, you shine like a struck nebula, dispensing grace like flowers. You are the brightness we grasp, unseeing the Fates who know the topography of … Continue reading Maxim 62: ἐλπίδα αἴνει
Two Poems for Apollôn’s Circle
Kyklos Apollôn's listserv is not very active anymore (although I've heard the group is somewhat active on Facebook now). A decade ago, I wrote two short poems for use during the ritual, which was/is timed to occur when the sun rose at Delphi each Sunday morning. It was usually in the middle of the night … Continue reading Two Poems for Apollôn’s Circle
A Threshold Prayer
This is the prayer I actually use when I finish doing my morning offerings — which end, coincidentally, when I'm about to pack up my bag and head out to work. I pray to Hekate, to Hermes, and to Apollon Agyieus, the guardians of the space [or gate, if I'm feeling very poetic] between the … Continue reading A Threshold Prayer
Some Offerings on a Blustery Night
There's nothing like making offerings to Deo and Persephone on a night when the wind is blustery and harsh against the windows and the sky is shaking with rain. I bought some pomegranates this weekend on sale. I've been meaning to offer some of the seeds, so tonight, I cracked open a ripe pomegranate and … Continue reading Some Offerings on a Blustery Night
To Mnêmosynê
Great Mnêmosynê, powerful Titaness, you hold the lake that bears your name. Many claim to know you, yet grasp only at ephemeral echoes within themselves. Your waters are a vessel reflecting Nyx back upon herself — you hold stars so deep within that they become abyssal, unending — what was, what is, what has always … Continue reading To Mnêmosynê
