The Wyrd Web
I know an ash stands,
it’s called Yggdrasill;
a glorious and immense tree,
wet with white
and shining mud;
from there dew falls
to the dales,
forever standing
green over
Wyrd’s Well
(Hopkins translation, 2020)
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The Wyrd Web
The shining truth of the weaving of the cosmic filaments of our perceived reality is something far beyond our full understanding and may of necessity forever be unattainable.
For to know it’s true secrets may steal away the purpose that makes life meaningful.
But that has never, and never shall prevent us from pondering on it.
This is the nature, the soul and the beating heart of the wyrd web and the cosmos of which it is a central part.
Out of a seemingly empty void the threads of the wyrd weavers and healers of Ygdrassil give us everything we are, and ever can be.
Even the combined gods of our limited minds and thoughts must pay homage to the Norns and the way of the wyrd, for they too may come and go along the cosmic pathways.
In the modern era, Einstein’s description of "spooky action at a distance" is the closest our species have come to try and define it and its essence through acceptance, kindness, beauty and truth.
We are also told through the ages that the numbers 1,2,3,5 and 9 hold the secrets of wisdom long forgot.
In summary, the wyrd web connects what we think we know and what we know we feel.
It is there to be embraced and to light the path to inner courage.
Great roots delve deep where secrets sleep,
Beneath the Norns’ white clay,
While branches high in starlit sky
Hold nine worlds in their sway.
The dragon gnaws at frozen claws,
The eagle watches keen,
Through winter's bite and endless night,
The Ash stands ever green.
A bridge of wood, where Odin stood
To catch the falling stave,
The ancient spine of all design,
From cradle to the grave.
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