Air and earth are my horizons. What lies between is what I am. O infinite form of being: beast and stone and vegetable; the way a man may stand in his garden or dance by the river while wakes of small boats rock the reeds. The cities and the people in them, gods who walk in white linen, like women under the blue stone of heaven. I am the priest in a hidden house, guide to inner worlds. I am the idea of myself in my mother’s belly, a bright trembling star in the memory of morning, a grain of sand blown east. I am the husband of Isis: woman, and widow, and witch. To embrace her is to dream of ripening wheat. To sleep in her arms is to dream of honey. With a word she drives the snakes from the river. The boats sail far to its mouth.
Air is what I breathe. Earth is where I stand. I have given my face to Amenta. It is white with heat. The world is bright as bronze. The dead rise up to see me, breathe the air and look into my face, a yellow disk on the eastern horizon.
The Egyptian Book of the dead
Photos by Allen Wolfie Simpson and Hanneliese Bredell
Februarie 8, 2016 at 6:14 nm
‘Air and earth are my horizons. What lies between is what I am’
Beautiful!!!!!!
Dankie vir die deel!
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Februarie 8, 2016 at 6:28 nm
Plesier. Die ou geskrif is darem mooi ne
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Februarie 8, 2016 at 6:38 nm
Beslis ja, soos digkuns!
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Februarie 8, 2016 at 6:28 nm
O en die foto, dit was darm pragtig daar tussen die bome langs die water by die Botaniese Tuine. Dit voel nou al so lank terug.
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Februarie 8, 2016 at 6:30 nm
Weet jy ek en jy het so baie avonture al gehad dit voel sood jare gelede ☺
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Februarie 8, 2016 at 6:47 nm
Is so ja, amazing wat ons al alles saam beleef en gedeel het!!! Vandat ons by Zebra Lodge se Nagapies en Kameelperde begin het tot nou….ons is skatryk!!!!!!!!!!!
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Februarie 8, 2016 at 8:51 nm
Absoluut!!!!!
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