The very deep did rot: O Christ!
That ever this should be!
Yea, slimy things did crawl with legs
Upon the slimy sea.
About, about, in reel and rout
The death-fires danced at night;
The water, like a witch’s oils,
Burnt green, and blue and white.
—Samuel Taylor Coleridge, The Rime of the Ancient Mariner
to summon the hatred
is yours Inanna
to cast lots
is yours Inanna
to gather the scattered
restore the living place
are yours Inanna
setting free
is yours Inanna
—Enheduanna, High Priestess of Inanna
Featured image: Inanna and Ninshubur, PD-US
The soul, like the moon,
Is new, and always new again.
And I have seen the ocean
continuously creating.
Since I scoured my mind
and my body, I too, Lalla,
am new, each moment new.
My teacher told me one thing,
Live in the soul.
When that was so,
I began to go naked,
and dance.
—Lal Ded
Featured image via Wikimedia Commons, PD-US
your frown blackens the light of noon
your heart picks the moment of ruin
the place you name trembles
what is yours
cannot be crushed
—Enheduanna, High Priestess of Inanna
