Salutations to the great lord of eternity,
Unto whom we shall one day rest,
Salutations to the lord who gives us life,
And protects our souls from all and every strife.
Born of the sky and of the earth,
You are the one who shall unearth,
The secrets of the cosmos to the deserving ones,
Your judgement is fair and shall be compared to none.
You are the great fertile one with a shade like that of a thousand forests,
Bathed in the rains of virility,
You taught us what is humanity,
And how we can grow your seed.
You are the king prophesied,
Ever just and rejoiced amongst gods and men alike,
Your eyes are the shade of the burning sun,
Filled with secrets of the hereafter.
You are the one who made the world,
Birthed to it alone yourself,
You are the great creator crafting the stars, the sun and the moon,
One day you shall bring forth their ends too.
You reside in the bizarre planes of the Duat,
You are its supreme ruler assisted by your nephew, Anupu,
But are you not here with us as well?
Lo! The world forgets that you resides in every mortal's soul.
You are the air that gives life to the world,
You are the placid rivers which quench the thirst of all,
You are the viridescent fields full of ripened grain,
Hail Ausar, the lord of all things living!
You are ever forgiving and calm,
You sift all man of sins and vices,
You care for us as a father would,
Do you not feel pained at our swears?
You are the brother and beloved of Aeset,
The great mother goddess,
She who protects the world from evils of all kind,
Spreading love and prosperity across the globe.
You are the brother of Nebet-Het and Sutekh as well,
One, the lady who is the friend of the dead,
Other the lord of storms and sands.
You are the father of Heru,
The lord of two lands,
He whose blood runs through every sovereign,
Who has ever walked this earth.
You are in the sistrum bells,
With which I praise you,
You are in the holy smoke of the fragrant incense,
With which I offer my devotion to your holy feet.
Every utterance of your name keeps fear at bay,
No evil can touch us, for you are with us always,
Sanctified are those who have witnessed your brilliant face,
May this world see it once and learn that all are one and the same.
Some say you are without a form,
Yet you are of thousand manifestations,
You are the great nameless one, yet you have countless names;
You are the greatest of all mysteries, Hail Ausar, the first of the westerners!
Abydos is your holy site,
Fourteen more are spread out wide,
In ruins, they stand today;
Oh Ausar, worry not, you are still worshipped in the secret recesses of the soul.
You are the riddle known as death,
Which many fools thought would cheat,
But you proved that is it the ultimate truth,
None can live forever.
You are the one whom they pray to in each day of the sun,
You are the one whom they bow to in every fifth day of the week,
Yet they do not stop to demean you,
Forgetting that all are but one and the same.
Thus here ends the hymn to the great father,
Who is the life of this world,
May one day the world sees the folly of its ways,
That is my wish to the good lord.
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Beyond mundane thoughts
A topic which entices all,
A constant question which remains unanswered;
What happens after all?
When all is over,
Our time on earth is gone,
Where do we go,
What is our final destination?
It is a mystery,
Dark yet mystifying,
And might forever be,
Unable to be unravelled, by best of best sleuths.
Maybe if we stopped,
Looking for answers,
At all the wrong places,
And turn towards the one, who's arms our eternal home,
Maybe if we let go,
Of our fears and attachment,
Maybe we would fly towards him,
In the kingdom of 'heaven',
That is what Osiris is,
The home to the world's greatest mystery,
That is what Osiris is,
The greatest truth ever told.
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Note; Osiris is the god of fertility, agriculture, the afterlife, the dead, resurrection, life, and vegetation in ancient Egyptian religion. He was classically depicted as a green-skinned deity with a pharaoh's beard, partially mummy-wrapped at the legs, wearing a distinctive Atef crown, and holding a symbolic crook and flail.
Personally, I think of him, as a part of both life and death, just like Isis, his wife. This also points towards the balance between the divine masculine and feminine, a theory that entices me the most.
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