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Becoming the Snake

The story goes that change is inevitable.
So it must be that having eaten dust and
rotting flesh, the snake comes to know in
his own skin the secrets of change.

Through the deceit of death I grow wise in
the illusions of time. I change, I grow
beyond myself, leaving the papery sheath
that once was what I was. I live alone and
make my changes in secret. I know the smell
of fear, of death, of innnocence. I float
among lilies. I rest in shadows. I lick the
wisdom of air and dust. I know the earth,
sky and men. I wrap myself around the legs
of life. By the enmity of others I learn
empathy with all creatures. I lie down in
darkness and learn the art of subtlety.
I rear and strike in surprise. I know the
limits of earth. In my belly I know this
is all one place. I leave but a meandering
trail in the dust, a graceful passage like
the tracings of time. I lie down and change
and rise and grow old and lie down and change
and rise. I demand neither fear nor pity.
I know what you can not see. It is not
pride that keeps me solitary. In your
hands the honey of my mouth turns to poison.
It is mere survival -- yours and mine.

Change is eternity.

from Awakening Osiris: The Egyptian Book of the Dead

Seasons in the abyss:

Dawn , 8 AM

Description
Becoming the Snake

The story goes that change is inevitable.
So it must be that having eaten dust and
rotting flesh, the snake comes to know in
his own skin the secrets of change.

Through the deceit of death I grow wise in
the illusions of time. I change, I grow
beyond myself, leaving the papery sheath
that once was what I was. I live alone and
make my changes in secret. I know the smell
of fear, of death, of innnocence. I float
among lilies. I rest in shadows. I lick the
wisdom of air and dust. I know the earth,
sky and men. I wrap myself around the legs
of life. By the enmity of others I learn
empathy with all creatures. I lie down in
darkness and learn the art of subtlety.
I rear and strike in surprise. I know the
limits of earth. In my belly I know this
is all one place. I leave but a meandering
trail in the dust, a graceful passage like
the tracings of time. I lie down and change
and rise and grow old and lie down and change
and rise. I demand neither fear nor pity.
I know what you can not see. It is not
pride that keeps me solitary. In your
hands the honey of my mouth turns to poison.
It is mere survival -- yours and mine.

Change is eternity.

from Awakening Osiris: The Egyptian Book of the Dead

Seasons in the abyss:

Dawn , 8 AM