I’ve spent a lot of time thinking about Osiris—not as a distant god carved into temple walls, but as someone who once walked, breathed, ruled, was betrayed, and then chose to rise differently. If I imagine him looking at today’s world, I don’t think he’d be shocked by the hardships. Hunger, injustice, the weight of …
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The Barque of the Hidden SunThe world was nothing, silent, deep,A cosmic, endless, darkling sleep,Before the first dawn learned to break,For the Hidden One’s own sake.Then rose a sound, a whispered word,A golden voice, the first one heard.From Nun’s dull waters, vast and cold,A mound of earth began to bold.And on that mound, in primal …
The world was nothing, silent, deep,A cosmic, endless, darkling sleep,Before the first dawn learned to break,For the Hidden One’s own sake. Then rose a sound, a whispered word,A golden voice, the first one heard.From Nun’s dull waters, vast and cold,A mound of earth began to bold. And on that mound, in primal light,He stood alone, …