Above frozen hills and icy forest,
Finding definition through separation,
A dark island in a white sky,
The eyes first- burning beads of life,
Searching for death and opportunity,
Blazing terrifying focus,
The sound next- quiet rush of primaries,
Hiss of bone and feather slicing frozen air,
Whisper of the wolds wild goddess,
A knife blade.
Cutting holy air like I cut myself,
Soul slicing distinctions and definitions,
Of happiness and loneliness,
And he leaves me,
Lately I’ve been thinking that the more a person separates their body from their mind, the more dependent they become on society to tell them who they are. The raven suffers from no such illusion of separation between body, mind, and soul., and is enough in itself.
“A man is happy if he finds praise and friendship within himself. You can never be sure of where you stand in someone else’s heart.” -Havamal 8