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~ By Courtesy of Others ~

 

The Song Of Ulfgrimr

Hear now these words
Of the mind’s travels,
Of ravens aloft
And Wolfmask’s gambles.

Hear now these words
Of victory and defeat,
Of wit and wile,
Of passioned rambles.

Heed now these words
For if but a moment,
Reflect and consider,
To weigh and decide.

Heed now these words
Yet weigh with caution.
Foolish are they who believe
All which passes the ear.

Home is a bright fit
For low and for high,
For rest comes never
To those always afar.

Home is a bright fit
For low and for high,
A refreshing drink,
And glowing fire.

Home is a bright fit
For low and for high,
The blood boils most,
When stirred from within.

Home is a bright fit
For low and for high,
Fame, though won afar,
Is best enjoyed by hearth’s warm fire.

Life is the grand toil
For low and high alike.
A cold corpse cannot feel,
The tenderness of flesh.

Life is the grand toil
For low and high alike.
The poetry of the dead,
Shakes green off the trees.

Life is the grand toil
For low and high alike.
Earthly riches and earthly fair,
Are called earthly for a reason.

Life is the grand toil
For low and high alike.
Hel comes, when she wills,
So live as if she won’t.

Kin and Kith are bright indeed
To those who laugh a lot.
To those who do worthy deeds,
Their words will ring with troth.

Kin and Kith are bright indeed
Yet sometimes they are not
Kin who’s cruel and blood is clot
May bring ill luck upon your seed.

Kin and Kith are bright indeed
In the hall they bring much joy.
If they are true and worth of you,
Your luck will increase ten-fold.

Kin and Kith are bright indeed
Murky though some may be.
The etins of blood, woe do they bring,
In defense you bring the sword.

Wisdom and art, the mind’s offspring
Is this not what life is for?
The growth of wit, and knowing well,
The worlds and all their meanings.

Wisdom and art, the mind’s offspring
Is this not what life is for?
To know what is, and how it be,
To share in science and philosophy.

Wisdom and art, the mind’s offspring
Is this not what life is for?
What good is heart if express it can’t,
Its mysteries and its longings?

Wisdom and art, the mind’s offspring
Is this not what life is for?
Odhr I found, deep within my soul,
Freyja’s passion will burn, the hiding one from under.

Moderation is best, and logic to guide,
In all things foreign to the body.
Mead is grand for blot and sumbel,
But for thralls a greedy intoxication.

Moderation is best, and logic to guide,
In all things foreign to the body.
Hearty food and sweets, be weary of,
Lest you become the cow you eat.

Moderation is best, and logic to guide,
In all things foreign to the body.
To alter perception from one taste or breath,
Is never bright, and invites only death.

Moderation is best, and logic to guide,
In all things foreign to the body.
Entertainment too, can become dread,
When the joy of struggle it drives away.

Gods and Goddesses, ghosts and spirits,
All these do well exist.
Faith and trust in own self’s power,
Comes first before all others.

Gods and Goddesses, ghosts and spirits,
All these do well exist.
In several ways are they known,
Content be not in singular visions.

Gods and Goddesses, ghosts and spirits,
All these do well exist.
To forget life, and long for Bifrost,
Is thy doom for cowardly are the reasons.

Gods and Goddesses, ghosts and spirits,
All these do well exist.
The path of spirit is worthy though wearisome it be,
Forget not the importance of the flesh or life desires to thee.

Time is flux, and always changing,
Never does it stop.
Do not regret what never was done,
Do as your will desires.

Time is flux, and always changing,
Never does it stop.
Embrace your lover as no other,
For life indeed is short.

Time is flux, and always changing,
Never does it stop.
Honour life, and the worlds all wending,
Fenrir stretches his chains.

Time is flux, and always changing,
Never does it stop.
Orlog just layered deep in the Well,
Free, truly are we all.

Travels afar, are good for thee.
Especially in search of wisdom’s key.
Beware though you should always,
Lose not your sense of self or me.

Travels afar, are good for thee,
When searching for knowing’s glee.
In all lands, grass is green and sky is blue.
Never are they by necessity more true.

Travels afar, are good for thee.
Odhinn sent me on one you see,
Beware I didn’t, and the dark I embraced,
Lost sense of self, though much I gained in head and heart.

Travels afar, are good for thee,
Especially under Odhinn’s wing.
Dress in cloak, and runes do read,
Lose not the love of home or sea.

Honour is best, when lived right true,
To hold strength and courage and steadfast thews.
Break not your oaths, and always be joyous.
Fidelity holds the house together.

Honour is best, when lived right true,
To hold strength and courage and steadfast thews.
Love not those, who deserve only hate.
Many kinds of family exist and kin might wear a mark of shame.

Honour is best, when lived right true,
To hold strength and courage and steadfast thews.
Warrior’s weapons need not be steel or shield.
The tongue is a sword of fire, and mind a hammer of might.

Honour is best, when lived right true,
To hold strength and courage and steadfast thews.
All do actions, which bring ill luck, at some point in life.
Make amends, and do not regret, live and learn with passion.

Heed now these words,
And learn, if they are worthy.
I speak of life and common sense,
I speak of bright and murky.

Heed now these words,
Of slave and noble, oh freeman if you dare,
Live true and dedicated to thew and to passion,
To life and to dare.

Hear now these words,
I bring my song to an end.
Wolfmask howls runes into the night,
Heed now this charm:

Fehu is golden treasure,
Uruz is primal strength,
Thurisaz, a mighty hammer.

Ansuz the speech of Asgard high,
Raidho the way to get there,
Kenaz the fire which lights the way.

Gebo is the mead from Odhinn’s lips,
Wunjo the joy of knowing,
Hagalaz is ginnungugap grinning.

Nauthiz will guide you too,
Isa is the ego’s bridge,
Jera the fruits of the struggle.

Eihwaz ensares and thus you hang,
Perthro, the Well is teeming,
Elhaz you reach, and grasp aright, and come down screaming.

Sowilo is self, shining as a sun,
Tiwaz the spear of victory,
Berkano is birth to those who know, and grasp it
willingly.

Ehwaz is marriage, and trust in others,
Mannaz is the human free and whole,
Laguz will energize both.

Ingwaz is rest and contemplation,
Dagaz the blooming of your work,
Othala is ancestral power, and Odhinn brightly smiling.

Hail to those who heed these words,
Hail to those who dare listen,
Foolish are those who follow blindly,
Loved are those who challenge!

© Robert Shawn Rowland

Gástlic Gang - A spiritual journey and life

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