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Thoughts About: Poetry |
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INSPIRED POETRY ABOUT AND FOR THE LIVING GODDESS SEKHMET
Krys Bottrill shares something she wrote during the first week of April, 1999:
Sa Sekhem Sahu, Sa Sekhem Sahu, Sa Sekhem Sahu,
Lady of the Living Fire,
Lady of the Cleansing Flame,
Come Thou, blazing with the Sun,
And purify me.
Burn out that which is evil,
That which is outworn,
That which is ego.
I open myself to Thee
Without reservation.
I hide nothing,
For nothing can be hidden
From the Eye of Ra.
Cleanse and refine my being,
That I may worship Thee
With a pure heart,
That I may count myself
Among Thy children.
Sa Sekhem Sahu, Sa Sekhem Sahu, Sa Sekhem Sahu.
Krys
SheritRa wrote this on March 24th, 1999 in kind of a haze. She was at the park by thewater and having just said a prayer to Her, began to write. She didn't remember what she wrote until the request came to share Sekhmet poetry:
Today I dream
I am awake, so utterly awake
I think of She who will come
She whom we owe.
Sekhmet, Divine One of Truth
Wash it away...
Sekhmet, mother and child.
Save me from me
What will come?
Futures and seasons
white banks of sand and snow
Together we will become one
Again and for the last time
Today we must become
one with ourselves.
Sekhmet from within;
Sekhmet from without
A new day dawns,
and it will shun this darkness.
SheritRa, who used to think she was a
little moon
and wondered why she could not find her light.
Here is an inspired poem that Jen Llyne Burton wrote to honor Sekhmet on Oct. 31, 1998
PAEAN TO SEKHMET
(Upon Balance)
A sharp smile from the darkness
presaging death --
how can that which is fatal
contain so much humor and love?
Death plays a role that is needful;
it frees us of burdens,to fly.
We must learn to release that which we have
in order to gain what is destined,
to fulfill desires whose births are yet unseen;
so is Her cruelty Her deepest compassion.
Thus, it is when Her contradictions find balance
that She is Her most blindingly radiant,
the light striking Her face from infinity.
It reveals a being totally objective,
untouched by the morality dreamt by mortal things,
a tool of the Universe
remorselessly willing to do what is called for.
The compunction is so deeply woven in the fibers of Her being
its attainment cannot even be called an effort.
Yet this same state is so far beyond
the capabilities of these souls we name human
that many do not even deem it worth praise.
Such would soften Her aspect,
saying the beauty of Her soul is too harsh;
I say let it shine untrammelled.
Rejoice in the nativity
as a terrible beauty is born.
Jen Llyne Burton, 1998.
FROM RAVEN JOY:
Sekhmet
give me strength
to do
what I have to do
Sekhmet
give me strength
to keep my
heart fire burning
to remember
who I am
Sekhmet
give me strength
to follow my compassion
to see the world
as it is
Sekhmet
give me strength
to love
to give
to be who I am
and walk
my path with you
my heart fire burning
in truth
in love
Raven Joy, 1999
Sinuhe says she is not usually given to writing poetry, but in a moment of inspiration she I wrote the following and would like to share it with others of like mind:
FROM A CUB TO A LION
I wonder why I have to die,
a little death every day.
Fear consumes me, people use me,
I must grow stronger so I pray:
Sekhmet great, Sekhmet wise,
teach me how to live my life,
hold my head strong,
find courage to right wrong,
and face the challenges that are thrown my way.
Everyday I shed a tear,
as I try to find my way from fear.
Mother Sekhmet, Lady in Red,
teach me how to deal with dread.
Golden goddess, Eye so bright,
protect me as I walk my night.
Give to me the sword you use,
that I may find the power to choose.
Suffuse me with your love today,
heal me, hold me, show me the way.
My pain my fear you burn away,
anger can't touch me, indecision can't stay.
In your palm you hold me, and then you say:
"Rise my child and face this day".
Paths stretch out before me, and I am whole.
Firmly within myself I know:
I cannot fail as long as I keep tryin'.
Thank you Sekhmet,
for teaching this cub how to be a lion.
Sinuhe
April 13, 1999
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