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Transformation Into a Swallow

"In the dark marrow of my bones

I've made myself light

I am the swallow spinning at dawn

through whom light enters the sky

who flies formless

above a world of forms

ringing across the horizon

enter me,

I shall make you a God, she cried

enchantress and wife

she stamps and spins

she raises her arms to dance

and from her armpits

rises a hot perfume

that fills the sails of boats along the Nile

she stirs the breezes that makes the sailors swoon

under her spell

I come to my self

under her body

I come to life

she dances and draws down heaven

as above so below."

Awakening Osiris: The Egyptian Book of the Dead, translated by Normandi Ellis

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