Prayers to divine tricksters on April fools day
O Threefold Trickster Current—
Wanderer, Flame, and Winged Thought—
I call across the threshold of laughter and fracture,
on this day where the mask reveals more than the face.
Odin, one-eyed well of riddles,
who drank the dark mirror of the unseen root,
hang me for a moment upon the inward tree—
that I may lose what clings falsely
and gain the runes that burn beneath silence.
Loki, breaker of forms and sacred mischief,
serpent-tongued liberator of locked meanings,
unmake the brittle idols in my mind—
let absurdity be the solvent of illusion,
let chaos be the midwife of hidden order.
Hermes, quicksilver guide of crossing paths,
keeper of thresholds, patron of the sly wind,
teach my steps to move between worlds unseen—
to speak in symbols that open like doors,
to laugh in the language that spirits remember.
On this day of inversion and holy jest,
bless me not with comfort,
but with the sacred disruption—
the misstep that reveals the true road,
the joke that fractures the veil,
the lie that points toward a deeper truth.
Let my seriousness be undone,
let my rigidity dissolve into play,
for in the trick, the crack, the reversal—
there moves the living Tao,
ungraspable, dancing, ever-becoming.
O Three who are One in motion—
mind, fire, and wing—
walk with me in paradox.
May I see with the eye behind the eye,
may I speak with the tongue behind the tongue,
may I become a fool in the court of the cosmos—
and thereby, wise in the hidden way.
