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Hymn of Isis

“‘Enter me,’ cries Isis. ‘I shall make you God.’ Enchantress and Wife, she stamps and spins. She raises her arms to dance. From her arms rises a hot perfume that fills the sails of barques along the Nile. She stirs breezes that make the sailors swoon and opens the eyes of statues. Under her spell, I come to myself; under her body I come to life. Dawn breaks through the weave of her dress. She dances and draws down heaven. Sparks scatter from her heels and on earth tumbles forth as an expense of stars. I take her arms. I taste her lips. I lose myself in beauty and chaos. To love is to believe in Goddesses.”

Hymns of Isis