The Ecstasy of the Pythia

from google

Body to soul, eye to intellect, light to truth;
The visions of the god hidden from mortals
Infused the pure soul of the Pythia in Corinth
And filled her spirit with violently vivid vigors.

“Go to Delphi at once, for you are chosen.”
So the Pythia traveled to the temple of Apollo
Against the perilous chasms latent in the terrain
All for the elevation of the excitement of her soul.

Entering the temple thru the Sacred Way,
The Pythia saw the inscriptions at the terrace:
“Know Thyself,” “Nothing in Excess,” the words
Of Apollo, god of music, of the Sun, and of Prophecy.

In her virginal garb that enveloped her purity,
The Pythia sat on a tripod alone with her god,
Entering her soul with brilliant rays of ecstasy,
And began to speak in divine madness of the god.

The Sound & Fury of Boreas

from google

Behold his mighty wind power
Whirling leaves in eddies,
Rattling trees in terrible temper!
Boreas still remains in defiance!

Listen to the gale hissing, howling
Loud and hard, growing louder harder till
It becomes ranting of the god going
Mad with his utmost resistance to nil!

For the law of nature he cares none,
The principles of the Olympus he defies,
Boreas in great white ire against the Sun
Talks sound and fury in a whirlpool of gales.

P.S. : Boreas, god of winter is still here because even though we have officially entered Spring, the weather conditions of yesterday and today fraught with torrential rains accompanied by gale force winds betray the law of nature.  I hope to see spring skies in no time. 


Spirited Away

from google

The funeral offerings by a sepulcher for Eternity to a soul departed,
Crossing the River of the Styx to the gate of the Underworld,
Paying a fee to Charon for carrying the soul of the departed,
For without it, he will refuse to let him board his ferryboat indeed,
And the soul will wander around the shore for a hundred years stupefied
By Eternal Slumber in the amidst of the laments sung by those left behind
Until they are heard no more, seen no more, believed no more, and banished
Into the ancient all with his shattered dreams shuddered with fear – all in nil ended,
Are burnt in the funeral pyre as the embers spirit away in great red.