S. Reicher wrote a poem for Hati Moonchaser, but Mani figures strongly in it. You can read it here: http://www.northernpaganism.org/shrines/fenrir/writing/hati-moonchaser-in-the-new-worlds-order.html Add Comment Prayer to Mani by Langston Kahn Mani to you my heart is calling you who with your gentle brutality demand I give my stuck places a friendly hearing dredging up secret longings pulling forth ancient sadnesses leaving me tender and aching and deliciously raw Gleamer to you my heart is calling teach me to hold these parts of myself as you hold me in your compassionate glow that I might release what must be released reclaim what must be reclaimed from the dark places in me only the moon can bring to light teach me to align my cycles with your own Tender of Delicate Things to you my heart is calling protector of the dreamers, the mad, the young and the hopelessly romantic You who take care of those who cannot care of themselves You who turn no one away Help me to be with my pain like a small child coaxing it to say what it is wanting for me and in doing so retrieve it's medicine Then, Joyful One You who lead the stars in their dance Lustrous Illuminator You who light the path of our purpose Intoxicator You who ignite our blood in ancient heavenly connection Mani you who my heart is filled with show me what it is possible to do now that wasn't possible before  Moon Phase prayers for Mani by R. Kaldera New Moon Hail to the resting Moon in the darkness, Readying yourself for your parade, And the night air blossoms with new beginnings. Imagination opens the starry sky In my open mind, on your open road. You shine silver in my dreams And, Mani, I sleep content. Waxing Crescent Hail to the racing Moon on the star-path, Guiding your pale hounds, wheels flying As you look down upon all possibilities. Dancing thoughts blow across the world And the Moon laughs at our churning thoughts. You shine silver on my fantasies And, Mani, I sleep content. First Quarter Moon Hail to the Moon who slows in his path And hears the weeping of sorrowing souls. Half Moon, am I half full or half empty? I struggle with my scarred and frightened soul And seek for some answer in Nott’s late hours. You shine silver on my troubles And, Mani, I sleep content. Gibbous Moon Hail to the Moon who lifts his lamp And shows the way forward out of the bog, Amidst the distracting willowisps of desire. You warn me that the way out will be hard, But possible, and your glow lights my way. You shine silver on my striving And, Mani, I sleep content. Full Moon Hail to the brilliant Moon who lights the night, Whose face drowns out the myriad stars. Mani in your glory, I hold you in my sight Even when clouds and ceilings obscure you, O swimmer on the mermaid’s gleaming wake. You shine silver on my achievements And, Mani, I sleep content. Disseminating Moon Hail to the Moon who hears our cries And watches us with wrinkled brow, Holding out one pale hand of compassion That we might find a way to peace Not only with ourselves, but with each other. You shine silver on my puzzlement, And, Mani, I sleep content. Third Quarter Moon Hail to the Moon who looks upon our errors And weeps for how we fail to learn, yet again. The Moon within my heart is eaten half down, But I will keep the hope you give me Like a lucky coin rubbed thin with thinking. You shine silver on my pain And, Mani, I sleep content. Waning Crescent Hail to the white-haired Old Moon When thoughts turn inward once again. Wind blows across the waning crescent And you draw the cycle to a close With one thin, bejeweled hand. You shine silver in my memory And, Mani, I sleep content. ***************************************************************** Sunna Prayer Cycle for the Day Morning Prayer to Sunna Dagaz! Hail, O Mistress of Morning, Wheel of Fire, Fearless and Fair, Arvaker’s rein, joyfully arising! May I be grateful for each morning I wake, O Sunna whose smile is the dawn. Noon Prayer to Sunna Sowelo! Hail, O Light of the World, Following in Daeg’s blazing wake, Laughing as you charge across the heavens! May I take comfort in every glimpse Of great Sunna whose gaze warms us all. Evening Prayer to Sunna Gebo! Hail, O Chariot of the horizon, Everglowing maiden of rose and gold, Allsvinn’s rein, swiftly retreating! May I look forward to tomorrow’s promise, O Sunna whose shadow is the twilight. Nighttime prayer to Mani Wunjo! Hail, O midnight wanderer, Following in Nott’s starry wake. May I rest, and sleep full well, Knowing that you watch over me, O Mani whose province is the night. (These prayer cycles were written for the book "Candles In The Cave: Northern Tradition for Prisoners", because some prisoners asked for prayers to mark the passing of time and make it more meaningful. This book should be out by late summer, and there will be a fund set up so that people can donate and get books to the prisoners who need them).  As of my last oracle session with Odin, I've been asked to serve as a Mani oracle four times a year. I have not decided upon the dates yet, but I suspect that at least two of them will fall close to the Equinoxes. I could be wrong, mind you - I need to sit down and divine on this--but it seems a logical time to me, at least. So we'll see. Anyway, I will post here and on my main blog page at least a week before each session so folks may contact me with their questions. It will be an honor and a pleasure to give voice to the Moon. Thinking further as I write this, I tend to 'horse' Him at ritual in August at Etinmoot. I may well see if that would be an appropriate time for Him to field oracle questions. as i said, i'll keep y'all posted. With freedom, books, flowers, and the moon, who could not be happy? --Oscar Wilde  Graceful, courtly, and gallant, He comes. He is a dancer, keeping time with a thousand jangling strands of beads. He trips gaily, impeccably, wearing the mask of the fool but His eyes are sardonic to those who know enough to look beneath the gaiety of His expression. He hides His face, fierce, grief-stricken, moaning His anguish in silence. His eyes are dark then, but His people wait and so He dons a placid mask to walk among them. They do not need to see how feral He once was. and sometimes still is. He was a warrior once, the moon. He danced with two gleaming scimitars moving in lethal beauty amongst a thousand tribes the names of which not even He recalls. i have seen Him dancing still and I know He was not always so kind. He moves amongst the Svartalfar and they adore Him. He comes with music and they bring Him camellias and break things for Him. it is their way. Sometimes they get to hear Him laugh. His hands are those of a magus and He orders the heavens keeping untangled the flow of time. We forget of what House He was born. and Who His kinsfolk are. Sometimes He feasts with the wolf that chases Him. other times He laughs and the two take up their game again. it is a diversion. for now, lest eternity become a bore. He has chosen His masks carefully out of a keen sense of duty. But the moon was wanton once. To see this alabaster God cast those masks aside is to see a beauty for which ancient kingdoms bartered themselves into slavery. I will say no more on this thing, nor on the other masks He wears Suffice it to say, were I not already owned, I would be the most desperate supplicant at His feet. Hail the Moon, and every mask He wears, especially when He walks amongst us. | AuthorThis page is for all those who, like me, love Mani dearly. ArchivesMay 2013 CategoriesAll |
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