Archive for August 9th, 2011

I am underlit
with stars
and the wind cools My bare throat
as I bend
and put the world to My belly
with just enough space
between us
to breathe

O Serqet,
She Who Causes The Throat To Breathe
(possibly for the last time):

Drain me of this poison.
Leech it from the soft tissues
of my lungs and my heart.
Milk it from my bones
like sap from a tree.

Protect me from all poisons,
all stings and strikes and attacks,
all accidents, all malfortune.
Keep my blood clear,
my body strong and hale.

Dua Serqet,
gracious healer, fierce protector,
lady of the beautiful tent,
mistress of heaven,
lady of all the gods!