Veit ec at ec hecc vindga meiði a netr allar nío, geiri vndaþr oc gefinn Oðin, sialfr sialfom mer, a þeim meiþi, er mangi veit, hvers hann af rótom renn. Við hleifi mic seldo ne viþ hornigi, nysta ec niþr, nam ec vp rvnar, opandi nam, fell ec aptr þaðan.
Tag Archives: Heart
He took the hits
Virtue enters in all her tatters; virtue enters in her original formless way, and the masses do not fall at her feet He is willing to go after thy enemy with an oaken club, willing to go after thy enemy with a 2 by 4 And still they cheer like the sickly do while she …
Ode to the White Man
The eternal scapegoat in the eyes of the loxist, the degenerate thinkers, the despotics Without knowledge of real history, you’re doomed to fall for the bolshevik lie once more Only the pure of heart will make it through the narrow gateway in the end This is an ode to the White man and all of …
A poem for Miguel Serrano
The magnificence of his soul, how he chose to remember and remember and return the gift even still as the core of my being lights up, as some kind of kindred feeling moves my secret well Man after the Holy Grail, defender of the pure and true, I open my heart to you and in …
Being/Spit out of time
The heaviness of knowing; it’s like carrying the burden of secrets and being spit out of time The whirl still wants to talk about it-elementary Listening to the sound of inner space, the planets reconciling the different nuances of experience and integration I see the destination before we’ve arrived and look as crazy as one …
South Node in Virgo
The obsession you have with doing, with perfection, with criticism is chewing you up. Perhaps you were called Mary Poppins in school and are always correcting everything. Nothing ever seems to be good enough. When was the last time that you let the tears fall like sweet alchemy from your gentle eyes? When was the …
Led to Gold
She led me to gold as the tree lit up in an embrace of the crown Our intentions generating thoughts of wise counsel and sacrifices Liquid gold out the eyes, streams of original innocence Emitting that I love you beyond form
To the Heroes
And the aspiring Heroes who are the protectors of the codes Listen to the eternity that is this tree-just as excited, our dendrite branches Limble in Spirit, I hung from the branches like a child again
You will look for me, but you will not find me; and where I am, you cannot come. John 7:34
Exceptionally sensitive to nuance
Can it be that the changes are turning the tries again Ineffable occurrence showing up like an impossible dream Nude of soul beauty and extending all hands as the sky falls Ether we are together or we’re not together; ’cause I’m here Emanating movement drawing out my tears and I am Listen to sounds of …
The Immaculate Perception 