Ophian Songs and Invocations
Held in the Arms of Sorsajna (1)
No one belonged here more than you.
Sorsajna’s fire lives within you still. Whose support do you require when you are upheld by the very forces of life? No gods or chieftains need to carry your destiny. You require no idols against which to measure yourself.
When every memory throbs with the pain of what might have or could have been, you are held in the arms of Sorsajna. Neither of you can ever leave the other.
Follow the voice that fills your heart and mind with the flame of life, illuminating its possibilities, scattering its sparks in countless dreams and passions.
Sorsajna—all that exists—forever discovers and expresses itself as you. It dances within every portion of your being, every step you make, even as it spurs the seasons and their turnings. To discount your own divinity is to belittle divinity itself.
You are held in the arms of Sorsajna."
Shai-win’s Affirmation
There's no greater Divinity than where it
fumbles forward with your fingers
in the fertile dark
Gropes ahead with your light as its verdant sun
Peers out of your eyes at its
immaculately muddied reflection
Suskhana’s Song of Awakening
“It is safe to awaken,” the flowers say
My home and thought-body are one
My heart-soul hums
Lands and people echo
My essence joins Sorsajna
See! It names me anew!
Lalai in daylight,
Suskhana in twilight
Dreams birth all landscapes
and horizons
And there go my thoughts: See them growing
Reminding me of promises made to myself
Sorsajna, Suskhana, and Lalai are one!
The Wind’s Bride
If I am the one who must
be the wind’s bride
The one in whom Sun and Moon
both confide
Will they call me their savior,
or will they greet me with scorn?
Will I fulfill the great promise
for which I was born?
The road is uncertain
No maps have been drawn
The fire in my eyes can be
frightful to look upon
And who’s there to meet me in
those most-secret places?
What bodies can abide
all those high, airy spaces?
Ode to Raven
Teach me your airy pathways, Raven.
Lend me your eyes.
Every night, I come home
under a different sky.
Coyotes howl from all corners at dawn.
Manitohs warpath the sun.
But I fear no blisters
on your natural contours.
Your winds and I are one.
We soared a thousand lifetimes today.
We were born to wander all shores.
From the salt-tang breezes of Sequana
to the lost treasure caves of Lanore.
Serpentine traveler in whose skin I’m born
I can never bear to linger.
There's no safe port save for where
the cagey Sophryne
gives a wink and points a finger.
Bird of prey, you smell me.
You hover for scraps of skin.
Who taught me that I trespass
upon this ground I was born within?
Wind wails history too old for my mind
but my bones recall all the names.
Blessings on arroyos that foot this land.
Blessings on the shadow that remains.
My mind seizes wonder
And Raven takes flight
over water-rich dreams
and desert climes
‘til there’s no more shoreline in sight.
—Former Customer