M'ithriin, lay your palm upon my
breast again. My reflection in the open
of your eye. Through all storms. Shrieking, in whisper as the stones call
the sea. From the mountain of binding
river to the shore of quenched thirst. As
when all throats need the water. Please,
ancient one. Be my sight once more. Show me dancing lights, and softest
Seiđr. Root and star of every beating
heart. Before the hill was cleaved and
the tree adorned with wraith. The broken sky beneath our feet. Hear me now, myriad path. Upon these tainted grounds I call forth the
truest counsel of kiss, and light. Mother,
Father. Grant me hidden knowledge of
unmet tribes and unwalked lands. Distant
brother, distant sister. Enemy and
friend. Bridge, shield, Elen. Speak as my tongue beneath all tongues, with
healing mara. Upon the dragon's head and
the care of kin. Eternal are the old
songs, M'ithriin. Eternal is the old
song.
Song of M'ithriin from Raj Sisodia on Vimeo.
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