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| Anonymous Coward
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10/15/2009 3:34 PM | | Re: ~Ancient Egyptian Poetry~ | Quote |
I SLAMMED THE CAR DOOR ON MY DICK
Alas, I was in too much of a rush
I swept the snow off the windshield with a brush
I then thought a piss would do the trick
That's when the mighty wind slammed the car door on my dick
That's nice ac lol
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| Angelseverywhere 
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10/15/2009 3:39 PM
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Blessing On The Wedding Night
. . . , Of the house of Eridu - its guidance,
Of the house of Sin - its radiance,
Of the Eanna [Inanna's Temple
"the house of Heaven] - its habitation;
The house - it has been presented (to you).
(In) my enduring house which floats like a cloud,
(Whose) name in truth, is a goodly vision,
(Where) a fruitful bed, lapis-bedecked,
Gibil had purified for you in the great shrine,
He who is well-suited for 'queenship,'
The Lord has erected his altar,
In his reed-filled house which he has purified for you,
he performs your rites.
The sun has gone to sleep, the day has passed,
As in bed you gaze (lovingly) upon him,
As you caress the Lord,
Give life unto the Lord,
Give the staff and crook unto the Lord. "
She craves it, she craves it, she craves the bed,
She craves the bed of the rejoicing heart,
she craves the bed,
She craves the bed of the sweet lap, she craves the bed,
She craves the bed of kingship, she craves the bed,
She craves the bed of queenship, she craves the bed.
By his sweet, by his sweet, by his sweet bed,
By his sweet bed of the rejoicing heart, by his sweet bed,
By his sweet bed of the sweet lap, by his sweet bed,
By his sweet bed of kingship, by his sweet bed,
By his sweet bed of queenship, by his sweet bed,
He covers [the bed] . . . for her, covers the bed for her,
He covers [the bed] . . . for her, covers the bed for her.
[To] the k[ing] . . . ,
The beloved speaks on his sweet bed,
Speaks to him words of life, words of "long days."
Ninshubur, the trustworthy vizier of the Eanna,
Took him by his right forearm,
Brought him blissfully to the lap of Inanna:
"May the Lord whom you have called to (your) heart,
The king, your beloved husband,
enjoy long days at your holy lap, the sweet,
Give him a reign favorable (and) glorious,
Give him the throne of kingship on its enduring foundation,
Give him the people-directing scepter,
the staff (and) the crook,
Give him an enduring crown,
a diadem which ennobles the head,
From (where) the sun rises, to (where) the sun sets,
From south to north,
From the Upper Sea to the Lower Sea,
From (where grows) the halub-tree
to (where grows) the cedar,
Over all Sumer and Akkad
give him the staff (and) the crook,
May he exercise the shepherdship
of the blackheads (wherever) they dwell,
May he make productive the fields like the farmer,
May he multiply the sheepfolds like a trustworthy shepherd.
Under his reign may there be plants, may there be grain,
At the river, may there be overflow,
In the field may there be late-grain,
In the marshland may the fish
(and) birds make much chatter,
In the canebrake may the 'old' reeds,
the young reeds grow high,
In the steppe may the mashgur-trees grow high,
In the forests may the deer and the wild goats multiply,
May the watered garden produce honey (and) wine,
In the trenches may the lettuce and cress grow high,
In the palace may there be long life,
Into the Tigris and Euphrates may flood water be brought,
On their banks may the grass grow high,
may the meadows be covered,
May the Holy Queen of Vegetation
pile high the grain heaps and mounds,
Oh my Queen,
Queen of the Universe,
the Queen Who Encompasses the Universe,
May he enjoy long days [at your Holy] lap."
The king goes with lifted head [to the Holy lap],
He goes with lifted head to [the Holy] lap [of Inanna],
The king going with [lifted head],
Going to my Queen with lifted head,
From . . . ,
Embraces the hierodule . . . '
sumerian text quoted from Pritchard,The Ancient Near East Volume II pg. 199-202.
It is not because angels are holier than men or devils that makes them angels, but because they do not expect holiness from one another, but from God alone. ~William Blake
An integral being knows without knowing, sees without looking, and accomplishes without doing. ~Lao-Tzu
An angel can illuminate the thought and mind of man by strengthening the power of vision. ~St Thomas Aquina
Angels descending, bring from above,
Echoes of mercy, whispers of love.
~Fanny J. Crosby |
| Angelseverywhere
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10/15/2009 3:42 PM
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Loud Thundering Storm
Proud Queen of the Earth Gods,
Supreme Among the Heaven Gods,
Loud Thundering Storm,
You pour Your rain over all the lands and all the people,
You make the heavens tremble and the earth quake.
Great Priestess, who can soothe your troubled heart?
You flash like lightning over the highlands;
You throw Your firebrands across the earth.
Your deafening command, whistling like the South Wind, splits apart great mountains.
You trample the disobedient like a wild bull; heaven and earth tremble.
Holy Priestess, who can soothe your troubled heart?
Your frightful cry descending from the heavens devours its victims,
Your quivering hand causes the midday heat to hover over the sea.
Your nighttime stalking of the heavens chills the land with its dark breeze.
Holy Inanna, the riverbanks overflow with the flood-waves of your heart . . .
On the seventh day when the crescent moon reaches its fullness,
You bathe and sprinkle Your face with holy water.
You cover Your body with the long woolen garments of queenship.
You fasten combat and battle to your side;
You tie them into a girdle and let them rest.
In Eridu You received the me from the God of Wisdom,
Father Enki presented the me to you at his holy shrine in Eridu.
He placed queenship and godship in Your hands.
You mount the steps to Your high throne.
In all majesty You sit there
With Your beloved husband, Dumuzi, at Your side.
The gods of the land, wishing to hear their fate, come before You,
The gods of heaven and earth kneel before You.
The living creatures and the people of Sumer come before You.
The people of Sumer who parade before You
Are caught in Your gaze,
And held in Your holy yoke.
sumerian hymn quoted from from Wolkstein and Kramer's Inanna Queen of Heaven.
Last Edited by Angelseverywhere on 10/15/2009 at 3:42 PM
It is not because angels are holier than men or devils that makes them angels, but because they do not expect holiness from one another, but from God alone. ~William Blake
An integral being knows without knowing, sees without looking, and accomplishes without doing. ~Lao-Tzu
An angel can illuminate the thought and mind of man by strengthening the power of vision. ~St Thomas Aquina
Angels descending, bring from above,
Echoes of mercy, whispers of love.
~Fanny J. Crosby |
| Angelseverywhere
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10/15/2009 3:46 PM
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Inanna and Dumuzi
"The Ecstasy of Love"
Last night, as I, the Queen, was shining bright,
Last night, as I, the Queen of Heaven, was shining bright,
As I was shining bright, as I was dancing about,
As I was uttering a song at the brightening of the oncoming night,
He met me,
He met me,
The Lord Kuli-Anna met me,
The Lord put his hand into my hand,
Ushumgalanna embraced me.
"Come now, wild bull, set me free, I must go home,
Kuli-Enlil, set me free, I must go home,
What shall I say to deceive my mother!
What shall I say to deceive my mother Ningal!"
"Let me inform you, let me inform you.
Inanna, most deceitful of women, let me inform you:
'My girl friend took me with her to the public square,
She entertained me there with music and dancing,
Her chant, the sweet, she sang for me.
In sweet rejoicing I whiled away the time there' -
Thus deceitfully stand up to your mother,
While we by the moonlight indulge (our) passion,
I will [prepare] for you a bed pure, sweet, (and) noble,
Will while away the sweet time with you in joyful fulfillment."
It is a sagidda.
...
I have come to our mother's gate,
I, in joy I walk,
I have come to Ningal's gate,
I, in joy I walk.
To my mother he will say the word,
He will sprinkle cypress oil on the ground,
To my mother Ningal he will say the word,
He will sprinkle cypress oil on the ground,
He whose dwelling is fragrant,
Whose word brings deep joy.
My Lord is seemly for the holy lap,
Amaushumgalanna, the son-in-law of Sin,
The Lord Dumuzi is seemly for the holy lap,
Amaushumgalanna, the son-in-law of Sin.
My Lord, sweet is your increase,
Tasty your plants (and) herbs in the plain,
Amaushumgalanna, sweet is your increase,
Tasty your plants (and) herbs in the plain.
It is a sagarra. A tigi-song of Inanna.
It is not because angels are holier than men or devils that makes them angels, but because they do not expect holiness from one another, but from God alone. ~William Blake
An integral being knows without knowing, sees without looking, and accomplishes without doing. ~Lao-Tzu
An angel can illuminate the thought and mind of man by strengthening the power of vision. ~St Thomas Aquina
Angels descending, bring from above,
Echoes of mercy, whispers of love.
~Fanny J. Crosby |
| Angelseverywhere
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10/15/2009 3:53 PM
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The Lady of the Evening
At the end of the day, the Radiant Star, the Great Light that fills the sky,
The Lady of the Evening appears in the heavens.
The people in all the lands lift their eyes to her.
The men purify themselves; the women cleanse themselves.
The ox in his yoke lows to her.
The sheep stir up the dust in their fold.
All the living creatures of the steppe,
The four-footed creatures of the high steppe,
The lush gardens and orchards, the green reeds and trees,
The fish of the deep and the birds in the heavens -
My Lady makes them all hurry to their sleeping places.
The living creatures and the numerous people of Sumer kneel before her,
Those chosen by the old women prepare great platters of food and drink for her.
The Lady refreshes herself in the land.
There is great joy in Sumer.
The young man makes love with his beloved.
My Lady looks in sweet wonder from heaven.
The people of Sumer parade before the holy Inanna.
Inanna, the Lady of the Evening, is radiant.
I sing your praises, holy Inanna.
The Lady of the Evening is radiant on the horizon.
Another translation:
The Holy One stands alone in the clear sky;
On all the people of the land
The Lady looks in sweet wonder from the midst of Heaven;
The People parade before holy Inanna
The Lady of the Evening, Innana is lofty
Innana I would praise as is fitting
The Lady of the Evening is lofty on the horizon
At evening the radiant star, the great light fills the sky
The Lady of the Evening comes bravely forth from heaven
The people in all the lands lift their eyes to Her
The ox in his yoke lows for her
The sheep stir up the dust in their fold
The beasts, the many living creatures of the steppe
The four legged creatures of the high steppe
The lush gardens and orchards, the green reeds and trees
The fish of the Deep and the birds of Heaven
Inanna makes them hurry to their sleeping places
The living creatures and the people kneel before her
Chosen ones prepare great quantities of food and drink for
Her
The Lady refreshes Herself in the land
The people celebrate
The young man makes love with his beloved
My lady looks on in sweet wonder from the midst of Heaven
The people parade before holy Inanna
The Lady of the Evening, Innana is lofty
Inanna I would praise as is fitting
The Lady of the Evening is lofty on the horizon
It is not because angels are holier than men or devils that makes them angels, but because they do not expect holiness from one another, but from God alone. ~William Blake
An integral being knows without knowing, sees without looking, and accomplishes without doing. ~Lao-Tzu
An angel can illuminate the thought and mind of man by strengthening the power of vision. ~St Thomas Aquina
Angels descending, bring from above,
Echoes of mercy, whispers of love.
~Fanny J. Crosby |
| Angelseverywhere
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10/15/2009 3:57 PM
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Hymn To The Aten
"Splendid you rise in heaven's lightland, O living Aten, creator of life! When you have dawned in eastern lightland, you fill every land with your beauty, You are beautious, great, radiant, High over every land: Your rays embrace the lands To the limits of all that you made... All eyes are on your beauty until you set, All labor ceases when you rest in the west: When you rise you stir everyone for the King, Every leg is on the move since you founded the earth. You rouse them for your son who came from your body, The King who lives by Maat, the Lord of the Two Lands"
It is not because angels are holier than men or devils that makes them angels, but because they do not expect holiness from one another, but from God alone. ~William Blake
An integral being knows without knowing, sees without looking, and accomplishes without doing. ~Lao-Tzu
An angel can illuminate the thought and mind of man by strengthening the power of vision. ~St Thomas Aquina
Angels descending, bring from above,
Echoes of mercy, whispers of love.
~Fanny J. Crosby |
| Angelseverywhere
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10/15/2009 4:07 PM
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Nefertiti
I
Out of the carbon vault of night,
the beautiful one has come,
suffused unseen with shades of night,
save for a band of aural light
on shoulders draped in gold.
Awed, necromantic murmurs
of masterworks on massive scale
have filtered down through age and earth
to beckon from a hidden world
her silent, ancient ka.
In restive wonder, she surveys
our modern land of glass and steel.
Unperceived, her kohled eye...
a lengthened, mystic moonlit land,
cool and ashen, slowly shifts
like dark, volcanic shifting sands;
and settles on an edifice
that looms against the graphite sky.
Swift, fleet clouds, luminous
as silver sails on phantom ships,
glide through oceanic skies,
moor in coves of polished glass
and billow softly in the wind.
Envisioning sepulchral gray,
illumed by living firmament
as this one seems ~ she palls on still,
oppressive gloom (the dust and chill
of pyramid, and rock-hewn tomb.)
Divine descendant of the sun,
once blessed of Egyptian rule ~
in exile, now denied esteem
and buried in obscurity.
Embittered, questioning, she lifts
a regal hand, encircled by a
strand of tear-drop diamonds
in startling white against the sky.
II
Inside the topmost chamber, mute
discordant music strains, unheard,
as cryptic neon hieroglyphs
beckon soft, to those who would,
come dance the ritual dance of ankh...
None do.
Decaying shrouds of musty smoke
have mummified the airless room.
A mystic eye, lined neon pink, stares dimly through.
The silent, know-all sphinx gives none a clue
as watchful Horus judges all they do.
Drones, the mourners, cluster round
to share of stored profundity
and suck distilled nectar, sweet
death-surmounting drink of gods,
from plastic cups.
Pale visages, in liquored trance
gape outside, through deadened eyes
across the dark necropolis
and focus, blind, on chill blue-white
effluvium of gaslight glare.
III
A yellow band of jewelled light
surrounds a lucent black abyss
of night enshadowed lake. Nearby,
a ring of streetlamps stand,
a single strand of tear-drop lights
in diamond-white against the sky.
~ by D.K. Pritchett
It is not because angels are holier than men or devils that makes them angels, but because they do not expect holiness from one another, but from God alone. ~William Blake
An integral being knows without knowing, sees without looking, and accomplishes without doing. ~Lao-Tzu
An angel can illuminate the thought and mind of man by strengthening the power of vision. ~St Thomas Aquina
Angels descending, bring from above,
Echoes of mercy, whispers of love.
~Fanny J. Crosby |
| Angelseverywhere
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10/15/2009 4:11 PM
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Last one before I go...
Ancient Egyptian Love
This love is as good
as oil and honey to the throat,
as linen to the body,
as fine garments to the gods,
as incense to worshippers when they enter in,
as the little seal-ring to my finger.
It is like a ripe pear in a man's hand.
It is like the dates we mix with wine.
It is like the seeds the baker adds to bread.
We will be together even when old age comes.
And the days in between
will be food set before us,
dates and honey, bread and wine.
This song dates from the 19th or 20th Egyptian dynasty (ca. 1300-1100 B.C.E.). It was found written in hieroglyphics on a vase.
It is not because angels are holier than men or devils that makes them angels, but because they do not expect holiness from one another, but from God alone. ~William Blake
An integral being knows without knowing, sees without looking, and accomplishes without doing. ~Lao-Tzu
An angel can illuminate the thought and mind of man by strengthening the power of vision. ~St Thomas Aquina
Angels descending, bring from above,
Echoes of mercy, whispers of love.
~Fanny J. Crosby |
| Anonymous Coward
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10/15/2009 4:19 PM | | Re: ~Ancient Egyptian Poetry~ | Quote |
I love they way the ancients wrote about their gods/spirits. It sound so alive, inspiring, moving and beautiful. No offense, but it makes bible sound more like manual instruction book than spirit of the love/divine.  |
| Angelseverywhere
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10/15/2009 6:27 PM
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This is a quote from the Maxims of Ptahhotep. I am having a hard time finding many more ancient Egyptian poems but I am still searching.
"Do not be arrogant because of your knowledge;
approach the unlettered as well as the wise.
The summit of artistry cannot be reached,
nor does craftsman ever attain pure mastery.
More hidden than gems is chiseled expression
yet found among slave girls grinding the grain."
It is not because angels are holier than men or devils that makes them angels, but because they do not expect holiness from one another, but from God alone. ~William Blake
An integral being knows without knowing, sees without looking, and accomplishes without doing. ~Lao-Tzu
An angel can illuminate the thought and mind of man by strengthening the power of vision. ~St Thomas Aquina
Angels descending, bring from above,
Echoes of mercy, whispers of love.
~Fanny J. Crosby |
| Angelseverywhere
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10/15/2009 6:28 PM
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I love they way the ancients wrote about their gods/spirits. It sound so alive, inspiring, moving and beautiful. No offense, but it makes bible sound more like manual instruction book than spirit of the love/divine.
I have to agree with you AC...they did have a way with words.
Thanks for your post!
It is not because angels are holier than men or devils that makes them angels, but because they do not expect holiness from one another, but from God alone. ~William Blake
An integral being knows without knowing, sees without looking, and accomplishes without doing. ~Lao-Tzu
An angel can illuminate the thought and mind of man by strengthening the power of vision. ~St Thomas Aquina
Angels descending, bring from above,
Echoes of mercy, whispers of love.
~Fanny J. Crosby |
| PaleRider
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10/15/2009 6:29 PM | | Re: ~Ancient Egyptian Poetry~ | Quote |
Very nice, thanks Angel.
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| Angelseverywhere
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10/15/2009 6:30 PM
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Very nice, thanks Angel.
Oh no problem PaleRider! Glad you are enjoying them...btw congrats to you and naughtyearthing!
It is not because angels are holier than men or devils that makes them angels, but because they do not expect holiness from one another, but from God alone. ~William Blake
An integral being knows without knowing, sees without looking, and accomplishes without doing. ~Lao-Tzu
An angel can illuminate the thought and mind of man by strengthening the power of vision. ~St Thomas Aquina
Angels descending, bring from above,
Echoes of mercy, whispers of love.
~Fanny J. Crosby |
| Angelseverywhere
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10/15/2009 6:41 PM
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Hymn to Amun from the Ramesside period
1 200th Chapter.
Secret of manifestations and sparkling of shape.
Marvellous God, rich in forms.
All gods boast of Him,
5 to magnify themselves in His beauty,
to the extent of His Divinity.
Re himself is united with His body.
He is the great one in Heliopolis.
He is called Tatenen.
Amun, who comes out of the Nun,
to guide the peoples.
10 Another of His forms are the Eight,
primeval one of the primeval ones, begetter of Re.
He completed himself as Atum,
being of one body with him.
He is the Universal Lord,
who initiated that which exists.
His Soul, they say, is the one who is in the sky.
15 He is the one who is in the netherworld,
foremost of the East.
His Soul is in the sky, His body in the West.
His statue is in southern Heliopolis,
elevating His body.
One is Amun,
who keeps Himself concealed from them,
who hides Himself from the gods,
no one knowing His nature.
20 He is more remote than the sky,
He is deeper than the netherworld.
None of the gods knows His true form.
His image is not unfolded in the papyrus rolls.
Nothing certain is testified about Him.
25 He is too secretive for His Majesty to be revealed,
He is too great to be enquired after,
too powerful to be known.
People immediately fall face to face into death
when His Name is uttered knowingly or unknowingly.
There is no god able to invoke Him by it.
He is Soul-like, hidden of name, like His Secrecy.
It is not because angels are holier than men or devils that makes them angels, but because they do not expect holiness from one another, but from God alone. ~William Blake
An integral being knows without knowing, sees without looking, and accomplishes without doing. ~Lao-Tzu
An angel can illuminate the thought and mind of man by strengthening the power of vision. ~St Thomas Aquina
Angels descending, bring from above,
Echoes of mercy, whispers of love.
~Fanny J. Crosby |
| Angelseverywhere
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10/15/2009 6:43 PM
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Lovely Is the Modest Girl
Lovely is the modest girl,
She awaits me at the corner of the wall-
I love her, but do not see her;
I scratch my head, not knowing what to do.
Pretty is the modest girl,
She gave me a red reed;
The red reed is bright,
But I delight in the beauty of the girl.
From the pasture she brought me a tender blade,
Truly beautiful and rare.
No, it is not that you are beautiful.
You are the gift of a beautiful girl.
Legge, James. The She King, or the Book of Ancient Poetry (Translated into English Verse). London: Trubner, 1871. Reprint: The Book of Poetry. New York: Paragon Book Gallery, 1967.
It is not because angels are holier than men or devils that makes them angels, but because they do not expect holiness from one another, but from God alone. ~William Blake
An integral being knows without knowing, sees without looking, and accomplishes without doing. ~Lao-Tzu
An angel can illuminate the thought and mind of man by strengthening the power of vision. ~St Thomas Aquina
Angels descending, bring from above,
Echoes of mercy, whispers of love.
~Fanny J. Crosby |
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10/15/2009 6:43 PM | | Angelseverywhere
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10/15/2009 6:46 PM
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Hymn To Isis
The High Goddess of Ancient Egypt
I call upon you, Isis, most graceful and high of the High Ones
Hear your lowly servitor and grant your blessings
Most full and gentle
You whose crescent moon and stars
Encompass the world
Wave your arm, and strew the glittering dust of many worlds
Like seeds to be planted in the vast blackness of space
Step gently across the bridge of many colors
And rest in the mountains of flowers I wish for your offering
That they may shine
Swell the fruit of the land, make mother with child
Cause flying birds to nest, and bees to swarm
Make the endless procession of life grow full and bountiful
Bring water to the well and rain to the clouds
Cause your veils to fall upon barren earth
And make it holy
Bring warmth and richness into the hearts of men
O essence of joy without end
Radiant, beautiful, like the sun rising on a clear morning
Scattering the clouds and mists of the night
Into glittering droplets
Stand shining from that cloud which I see above me
Dance on the blossom growing by the fence
Bless the kettle in which I cook my food
Shine your light, that I may read by it
The wonders of heaven and earth
Call forth fruits in great abundance
Mangos, plums, and sweet cherries
Milk and wine, honey and oil
That men may grow with life and health
Like shining bubbles around a waterfall
Rising and falling
Smile down upon us, that we may see you, great mother
Set foot upon a flower, wife and lover of sunlight
Spread your innocent radiance through the skies, untouched one
That the earth may resound with your praises.
[link to www.crystalrivers.com]
It is not because angels are holier than men or devils that makes them angels, but because they do not expect holiness from one another, but from God alone. ~William Blake
An integral being knows without knowing, sees without looking, and accomplishes without doing. ~Lao-Tzu
An angel can illuminate the thought and mind of man by strengthening the power of vision. ~St Thomas Aquina
Angels descending, bring from above,
Echoes of mercy, whispers of love.
~Fanny J. Crosby |
| Angelseverywhere
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10/15/2009 6:52 PM
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Eqyptian Hymn of the sun
You are the light, which rises for humankind;
the sun, which brings clarity,
so that gods and humans be recognized and distinguished
when you reveal yourself.
Every face lives from seeing your beauty,
all seed germinates when touched by your rays,
and there is no-one who can live without you.
You lead everyone, because they have a duty to their work.
You have given form to their life, by becoming visible.
[link to tribes.tribe.net]
Last Edited by Angelseverywhere on 10/15/2009 at 6:52 PM
It is not because angels are holier than men or devils that makes them angels, but because they do not expect holiness from one another, but from God alone. ~William Blake
An integral being knows without knowing, sees without looking, and accomplishes without doing. ~Lao-Tzu
An angel can illuminate the thought and mind of man by strengthening the power of vision. ~St Thomas Aquina
Angels descending, bring from above,
Echoes of mercy, whispers of love.
~Fanny J. Crosby |
| Angelseverywhere
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10/15/2009 6:58 PM
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Conversations in Courtship
More lovely than all other womanhood, luminous, perfect
A star coming over the sky-line at new year, a good year,
Splendid in colors, with allure in the eye's turn.
Her lips are enchantment, her neck the right length and her breasts a marvel;
Her hair lapis lazuli in its glitter, her arms more splendid than gold.
Her fingers make me see petals, the lotus' are like that.
Her flanks are modeled as should be, her legs beyond all other beauty.
Noble her walking
My heart would be a slave should she enfold me.
Ancient Egyptian/Hieroglyphic poem
Miscellaneous Poems: Egyptian: Conversations in Courtship (1960); Kenner, Hugh (ed.): The Translations of Ezra Pound. Westport,CT: Greenwood Press, 1963.
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For a portrait of the Queen
This was a princess.
Of the line royal, a lady most praiseworthy
and a woman of charm, sweet for love,
Yet Mistress ruling two countries
the Twin Lands of Sedge and Papyri.
See her, her hands here shaking the sistra
to bring pleasure to God, her father Amun.
How lovely she moves,
her hair bound with fillets,
Songstress with perfect features,
a beauty in double-plumed headdress,
And first among harim women
to Horus, Lord of the Palace.
Pleasure there is in her lips' motions,
all that she says, it is done for her gladly,
Her heart is all kindness, her words
gentle to those upon earth.
One lives just to hear her voice.
Translated by John L. Foster, Ancient Egyptian Literature (Texas: University of Texas Press, 2001), 101.
It is not because angels are holier than men or devils that makes them angels, but because they do not expect holiness from one another, but from God alone. ~William Blake
An integral being knows without knowing, sees without looking, and accomplishes without doing. ~Lao-Tzu
An angel can illuminate the thought and mind of man by strengthening the power of vision. ~St Thomas Aquina
Angels descending, bring from above,
Echoes of mercy, whispers of love.
~Fanny J. Crosby |
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What beautifull lives they held. To think of holding a red fish to add shimmering to the river affair. So sensual, indeed.
:( no wonder they were easy prey with gold shield and cat emblems to protect them...too soft for war. |
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Hymn to the Nile
ca. 2100 BCE
Hail to thee, O Nile! Who manifests thyself over this land,
and comes to give life to Egypt! Mysterious is thy issuing
forth from the darkness, on this day whereon it is
celebrated! Watering the orchards created by Re, to cause
all the cattle to live, you give the earth to drink,
inexhaustible one! Path that descends from the sky, loving
the bread of Seb and the first-fruits of Nepera, You cause
the workshops of Ptah to prosper!
Lord of the fish, during the inundation, no bird alights on
the crops. You create the grain, you bring forth the
barley, assuring perpetuity to the temples. If you cease
your toil and your work, then all that exists is in
anguish. If the gods suffer in heaven, then the faces of
men waste away.
Then He torments the flocks of Egypt, and great and small
are in agony. But all is changed for mankind when He
comes; He is endowed with the qualities of Nun. If He
shines, the earth is joyous, every stomach is full of
rejoicing, every spine is happy, every jaw-bone crushes
(its food).
He brings the offerings, as chief of provisioning; He is
the creator of all good things, as master of energy, full
of sweetness in his choice. If offerings are made it is
thanks to Him. He brings forth the herbage for the flocks,
and sees that each god receives his sacrifices. All that
depends on Him is a precious incense. He spreads himself
over Egypt, filling the granaries, renewing the marts,
watching over the goods of the unhappy.
He is prosperous to the height of all desires, without
fatiguing Himself therefor. He brings again his lordly
bark; He is not sculptured in stone, in the statutes
crowned with the uraeus serpent, He cannot be
contemplated. No servitors has He, no bearers of
offerings! He is not enticed by incantations! None knows
the place where He dwells, none discovers his retreat by
the power of a written spell.
No dwelling (is there) which may contain you! None
penetrates within your heart! Your young men, your
children applaud you and render unto you royal homage.
Stable are your decrees for Egypt before your servants of
the North! He stanches the water from all eyes and watches
over the increase of his good things.
Where misery existed, joy manifests itself; all beasts
rejoice. The children of Sobek, the sons of Neith, the
cycle of the gods which dwells in him, are prosperous. No
more reservoirs for watering the fields! He makes mankind
valiant, enriching some, bestowing his love on others.
None commands at the same time as himself. He creates the
offerings without the aid of Neith, making mankind for
himself with multiform care.
He shines when He issues forth from the darkness, to cause
his flocks to prosper. It is his force that gives
existence to all things; nothing remains hidden for him.
Let men clothe themselves to fill his gardens. He watches
over his works, producing the inundation during the night.
The associate of Ptah . . . He causes all his servants to
exist, all writings and divine words, and that which He
needs in the North.
It is with the words that He penetrates into his dwelling;
He issues forth at his pleasure through the magic spells.
Your unkindness brings destruction to the fish; it is then
that prayer is made for the (annual) water of the season;
Southern Egypt is seen in the same state as the North.
Each one is with his instruments of labor. None remains
behind his companions. None clothes himself with garments,
The children of the noble put aside their ornaments. His
night remains silent, but all is changed by the
inundation; it is a healing-balm for all mankind.
Establisher of justice! Mankind desires you, supplicating
you to answer their prayers; You answer them by the
inundation! Men offer the first-fruits of corn;[1] all the
gods adore you! The birds descend not on the soil. It is
believed that with your hand of gold you make bricks of
silver! But we are not nourished on lapis-lazuli; wheat
alone gives vigor.
A festal song is raised for you on the harp, with the
accompaniment of the hand. Your young men and your
children acclaim you and prepare their (long) exercises.
You are the august ornament of the earth, letting your
bark advance before men, lifting up the heart of women in
labor, and loving the multitude of the flocks.
When you shine in the royal city, the rich man is sated
with good things, the poor man even disdains the lotus;
all that is produced is of the choicest; all the plants
exist for your children. If you have refused (to grant)
nourishment, the dwelling is silent, devoid of all that is
good, the country falls exhausted.
O inundation of the Nile, offerings are made unto you, men
are immolated to you, great festivals are instituted for
you. Birds are sacrificed to you, gazelles are taken for
you in the mountain, pure flames are prepared for you.
Sacrifice is mettle to every god as it is made to the
Nile. The Nile has made its retreats in Southern Egypt,
its name is not known beyond the Tuau. The god manifests
not his forms, He baffles all conception.
Men exalt him like the cycle of the gods, they dread him
who creates the heat, even him who has made his son the
universal master in order to give prosperity to Egypt.
Come (and) prosper! Come (and) prosper! O Nile, come (and)
prosper! O you who make men to live through his flocks and
O Nile, come (and) prosper!
From: Oliver J. Thatcher, ed., The Library of Original Sources (Milwaukee: University Research Extension Co., 1907), Vol. I: The Ancient World, pp. 79-83.
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It is not because angels are holier than men or devils that makes them angels, but because they do not expect holiness from one another, but from God alone. ~William Blake
An integral being knows without knowing, sees without looking, and accomplishes without doing. ~Lao-Tzu
An angel can illuminate the thought and mind of man by strengthening the power of vision. ~St Thomas Aquina
Angels descending, bring from above,
Echoes of mercy, whispers of love.
~Fanny J. Crosby |
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10/15/2009 7:25 PM
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What beautifull lives they held. To think of holding a red fish to add shimmering to the river affair. So sensual, indeed.
:( no wonder they were easy prey with gold shield and cat emblems to protect them...too soft for war. Quoting: bed
hmmm...you have a point there bed. Never thought about it that way...yes..very romantic and sensual people. One of the reasons why their culture has always intrigued me.
Have a good night honey and thanks for the post.
It is not because angels are holier than men or devils that makes them angels, but because they do not expect holiness from one another, but from God alone. ~William Blake
An integral being knows without knowing, sees without looking, and accomplishes without doing. ~Lao-Tzu
An angel can illuminate the thought and mind of man by strengthening the power of vision. ~St Thomas Aquina
Angels descending, bring from above,
Echoes of mercy, whispers of love.
~Fanny J. Crosby |
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