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Not Allowing the Osiris to Lose His Mind

"While I was a man I walked to the river bank one evening late in summer, And there I waited for the flood. Many months the barques had been tied against the shore. The ropes were tight and the barques banged against dry reeds and rocks. The sailors were long gone home. The night was bright and Sopdet, evening's brightest star, had spiraled into being. In the distance I heard women singing and water rushing. The waters came. A ram came down to the river's edge to drink. I held my wife's hand - we were new lovers then - and learned the art of inundation.

I am he who stood deep in the rising water and dried himself on the bank. I am he who heard beneath the music of hurrying water the laughter of she who in nine months became my daughter. I am he who washed himself in love and by the river and became a man on the evening of the New Year. I have been gone these many years and the ram has come again to the bank to drink. I am not there to see it.

Oh desert wind and swirling sand, Mirage of trees in summer! Let me know what is read and not real. Let me see what it is I have made. Let me see in the mud upon the banks the bricks that will become the houses of cities. Do not let me become stupid and forget the first time I saw a white ram by the river, drinking. He was the substance of my own thirsty soul. I drank and my mind was made fresh.

I come to this tomb to shed an old skin, To come anew, to rise up like flooding water. Do not shut me out from life. Do not let me forget. Give me hands and mind and soul and heart. Give me music, a bright star and a reason to rise and walk. Flood me with purpose and memory. Submerge me in living water."

Awakening the Osiris