Mythology

When I am weary I long for the familiar The security of place with persons and pets Pyxis, guide my way Whether on Centaur’s back Or Pegasus’ wing I wander beneath The distant stars Searching for a different view In a world indifferent To my tempered steps The gods look down At my impermanence With mocking disregard Of their own extinction I look to the sky But…

Deep inside me somewhere from my past is a woman of flowers Back in times of inspiration she flourished in her garden of glory and for a time she left that world the place she had come to love She neglected her flowers and her wonder She forgot their beauty and refused their potential until the flowers withered and the weeds appeared She forgot that if only she had shown her garden the love and appreciation it deserved She would not have become all thorns and weeds

The myths are where we document the outliers. I had this thought while waking up. It began with me thinking over science (the discipline) and how it documents the average likelihood of an event or outcome, but never really tells us the whole story. By the very fact that an…

The Norse creation myth is an interesting topic to tackle, as the primary sources we have on it are separate from a lot of the other information we have on Norse mythology. I will be reviewing and writing about the creation myth from the Poetic Edda, or the older Edda…

He was a dreamer. He dreamed of a better world. He dreamed of world where people lived to their full potential, where humanity was better than it knew, and where all people embraced their density to become something greater. He was also a fighter. He fought for the voices of…

There are many preparations required before light in all its glory can step forth from the crucible of love. The edge of light is only an early child whose nature is to spread itself rapidly within the space-time-energy-gravity container. …

(on the paradox of studying myth within the field of classics in the USA) My mind’s brought to speak on those bodies in new forms Which the gods’ve wrought through turning novelties into norms Those mythical fabrics that dress up how we believe And sound across our planet in a synaesthetic weave Find that…