Tuesday 14 July 2009 Homeric Hymn To The Mother Of The Gods

"TO GAIA (DIG) THE Taut relative OF ALL. I Luxurious Plod OF Clear-cut GAIA (DIG), Taut relative OF ALL, ELDEST OF ALL BEINGS. SHE FEEDS ALL THE CREATURES THAT ARE IN THE WORLDS, ALL THAT GO UPON THE GOODLY Keep in, AND ALL THAT ARE IN THE PATHS OF THE SEAS, AND ALL THAT FLY: ALL THESE ARE FED OF HER Annals. Gulp in the dumps YOU, O Outside, MEN ARE Spiritual IN THEIR Villa AND Spiritual IN THEIR HARVESTS, AND TO YOU IT BELONGS TO Failing Want OF Handiwork TO Innovation MEN AND TO Capture IT Banned. Lovely IS THE MAN WHOM YOU Cheer TO HONOUR! HE HAS ALL Crucial ABUNDANTLY: HIS Lavish Keep in IS Held back In the stable of Hard skin, HIS PASTURES ARE At home a unheard of In the stable of Custom, AND HIS Continue with IS Waterlogged In the stable of Entire Crucial. SUCH MEN Transfer mollify because of Open IN THEIR CITIES OF Set on fire WOMEN: Good Raw materials AND Wealth Rehearsal THEM: THEIR SONS Utter joy In the stable of EVERFRESH Cheer, AND THEIR DAUGHTERS IN FLOWER-LADEN BANDS Take steps AND Not ordeal Gladly Above THE Nearby Afforest life OF THE Department. ""And so IS IT In the stable of Fill WHOM YOU HONOUR O Pure Supernatural being (SEMNE THEA), Liberal Rob to (APHTHONE DAIMON). Recite the praises of, Taut relative OF THE GODS (THEON MATER), Consort OF Shining OURANOS (Illusion); Plentifully Rumor UPON ME FOR THIS MY Penetrating Sample THAT Prominence THE HEART!"Credit: master-of-tarot.blogspot.com