#isis prayer

" To Isis

Bestower of Wealth, Queen of the Gods, Speaker of Wisdom, Omnipotent Lady,

Agathe Tyche, greatly renowned Isis … through you, Heaven and Earth have their being; and the gusts of winds and the sun with its sweet light … All who live on the boundless earth … invoke  your fair name, honored among all … Syrians honor you as Astarte, Artemis, Nanaia; Lycians as Leto, the Lady; Thracians name you Mother of the Gods; and the Greeks Hera of the Great Throne, Aphrodite, noble Hestia, Rhea and Demeter. But the Egyptians call you ‘The Goddess’; for you are all other goddesses invoked by humankind.

–Isidorus, ca. 100 BCE. Adapted from Vera Frederika Vanderlip (1972) in The Four Greek Hymns of Isidorus and The Cult of Isis. Toronto: Hakkert.”

" Isis-Nuit

You sit enthroned within the caverns of my mind, but your throne is empty; no image will I fashion to grace its seat; all images are limitation, and thou, my belovèd, art infinite beyond all vision.

Hail to thee Great Mother, whose robe is the universe, whose sequins are the stars.

In the cold places of the night, I dream of your Great Halls – three columns of black marble, by the pool of the sleeping lotus, white petals on dark water.

Where breath turns to mist, and silence rings with sound, beyond the sound of harp strings, where the voice no longer echoes, and vision can only struggle and fail, to comprehend your being, I hear you calling and I come.

Across the abyss, below which is nothingness – only the empty sighing of the wind; I cross the shaking rope-bridge which spans the endless chasm; I hear you calling and I come.

I walk to you in trepidation; yet seek no other destination, I do not fear to cross the walkway, I do not fear to cross the chasm, I come with a heart free of longing or desire, I come to the place of the column of blue-white-light-fire.

No words now come, or thought, or feeling. In the reality of thy presence all is as nothing. My being fades, the blue-white consumes, I-We are One, are One, are One.