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Not Allowing Osiris to Lose His Way

"Great men follow the path of the sun, Moment to moment, cycle to cycle. But to travel East is to grieve in darkness. They say the night is thick as mucus. The river is filled with tears. Blind and dead men pass with shaven heads lamenting; Many men together walk alone in the night. Knife blades ring against the whetstone. In the mountain's belly leopards dream of meat. The flesh of men rots in their teeth. The eyes and limbs of dead men are eaten by fish.

I shall not travel East. I shall not fall to forgetfulness, Nor lose a moment to regret. Let me gather wheat in its season and swing the scythe. Let me walk under blue skies, weeping. Let me wake to the sound of cranes. Let me renew myself in light flooding over the mountain, In the voices of gods and the almond trees flowering. Let me rise up and travel West."

Awakening the Osiris