SETTING CLEANSED STEPS WITH THE IRON.
BINDING THE CIRCLE ON SUN’S MIDDLE.
FASTENING MIDGARD’S FOUR DIRECTIONS.
A STORM NOW TEARS THROUGH THE NINE WORLDS.
TIME’S STEPS: YGGDRASIL IS OUR TRUTH.
TIME’S BLOOD: LAW, RIGHT AND VICTORY.
HONOUR IS ALL THE MEAT OF WISDOM.
THE GROUND IS OATHBOUND FOR ODIN’S WORLDS.
ASGARD’S CHOSEN IS LIFE’S CHOSEN.
(A furtively insensible glance beneath the foliage:
The dawningmist caresses the stones.)
Striding hidden through (the belonging pondweed)
Climbing over a rained creek (inside a soft misty rain)
Reading in raindrops on rose-hip; (my property)
I am clear. Clearer than wellwaters megin
I am clear on what is dead with this life.
Clear. Harder than Sorrow’s first tears
Clear. Cleaner than sustenance of real gladness
Option and will’s contradicting Truths
became in growth compelling illusions,
to gain given for the strange twistings
that become feeblemoulded reactions:
Emptiness’ survival strategy
It dawns to cry off the unclean time’s burden,
the counterfeit rights will be taken away
Life was brought here and given Viet to inherit
and one’s own will shall enriched be recalled
TIME TURNS TO LAID FRUITION!
LET THE WINE OF CLARITY FLOW!
COME GLADNESS! BE HERE! LIVE US!
COME INHERITED AND STRENGTHENED!
COME TO THE NEW DAWN!
RAISE YOURSELF FREEDOM!
STEP FORWARD GLADNESS!
BE MY LAWS!