#hetheru

the Sun rises over my crown,

I feel you in my heart,

a steady beat,

beat,

beat.

The sistrum rattles,

I step in time,

letting your ka fill mine,

O’ Great Aset-Hetheru,

you protect and shadow me,

the watchful mother,

Hathor has something of the maenad in Her, if I may draw from a different cultural metaphor; She’s a bit more wild than Isis, more likely to roar or hiss or spit. O, but She will dance you to ecstasy; She will love you to ecstasy; She will sing you to ecstasy. Perhaps She will also put a bit of Divine terror into your belly while She’s doing it.