Óðrerir



Óðrerir


Sunna Rides with her beloved Daeg
Shining high in the wide cloak of Tyr
I sing to my beloved from the tops of fjords:

Those of us who would seek the Mysteries
Know we become them as we walk beside one another
As we find those who kindle the flames of our hearts.
We say, “I walk beside you
I honor what you are
I honor the Gods within you”

My feet become like the roots of a vast tree
And I stretch upwards towards the sky.
As I grow into the infinite wide blue cloak
All is day and all is night turning.
All moves and grows and dies and is reborn
Within me as All is as it is.

Below me, out flows the mead of my inspiration
With rivers of ecstasy
Rushing through the fjords of my mind.

Those sacred waters sing of our love:
They are filled with wise salmon
And playful otters.
Who swim through beds of gold.
Under sacred groves where bears walk.

On each mountain top overhead
Is a shrine to you, My Beloved
There I burn sacred fires in love for you
There I sing songs bringing you safely back home
Othala. Othala. Othala.
I hold your love in my breast
Though you sail afar on Mardoll’s waves
I know you will return once more.

I know that If I seek to open myself to you, Beloved God
Then all of you is open to me.

If I seek to be a horn tipped towards my Beloved
Then all the Tivar are poured into me.
My love and adoration pours into the heavens
The knowledge of the heavens pours into me.


Becoming is born from the union with the Divine
It is the mead of all Inspiration:
It is Life accepting Death
Death accepting Life
Heart yielding to Body
Body yielding to Heart
Love flowing between.


Long have I sat under a mountain of forgetfulness,
Long have I felt the coldness of isolation,
But, Beloved, you have bored your way through that mountain
To seek the golden elixir of my heart,
And as you touch me, an ocean of
Love flows from me.

It was only in my smallness that I thought
The vast Universe was far away
For inside my mind, was a Shining Hall
Just waiting for you to enter.
I know you have always been there
Watching and waiting,
To see what I would become, to see if I would
Open the Gate to the Hall of my Heart.

With one word, I know your soul
And fling open the gates of my heart.
You enter singing one word,
Óðrerir


- Christina Marvel

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