Even Odin Cannot See (Nor Hugin Understand)  -3/03/05

Betimes we must away; make not a sound,
Just pass the veil which cordons off the soul.
Arising as we’re lowered in the ground,
At bottom of the grave, we find a whole.

Earthen fingers creeping through the soil
Entwine their living digits now with mine.
We live a life so sheltered now from toil,
And leave this mortal dot to start a line.

We slip the grasp of never-ending strife,
Now never more to die and ne’er to kill,
Just lie here in great Ymir’s bosom curled.

We lie here cradled in the Heart of Life;
We lie embraced by Father Yggdrasil,
Cocooned inside the Roots of All the World.