Futhorc Meditation

ᚠ:

Fe is a fire, and fuel of desire,

Light as a feather, heavy as iron.

ᚢ:

Ur is one’s power, endurance and might,

Primal aggression, and fuel for the fight.

ᚦ:

Thurs are the remnants, more ancient than gods,

Raising creations, from their dead bodies.

ᚬ:

Oss is the old one, more wise than the rest,

Slayer of Ymir, bestower of breath.

ᚱ:

Reid is a wheel, steering your journey,

Safely through hardship, and whole to the end.

ᚴ:

Kaun is the burning, when agony strikes,

A fetter of flames, a road of fire.

ᚼ:

Hagal can curse you, and others as well,

The powers of change, that nothing can quell.

ᚾ:

Naud is the lesson, teacher of spirit

Cross of the heathen, step of the ladder.

ᛁ:

Is moves with patience, over the landscape,

Silent destruction, focusing the mind.

ᛅ:

Ar is the reaping, gold in the meadow,

Fat on the cattle, food in the kettle.

ᛋ:

Sol rising higher, holiest fire,

Priest up in heaven, divine transformer.

ᛏ:

Tyr follows battle, invoked during war,

Carved on the sword hilt, warrior idol.

ᛒ:

Bjarkan is fragrant, a beautiful wood,

A bridge from the Earth, to those under root.

ᛘ:

Madr is mortal, observer of time,

Conscious creation, subjective divine.

ᛚ:

Lagu is life-force, connecting the lands,

Carry us forward, towards destinies sands.

ᛣ:

Yr is a poison, that also can heal,

A force of tension, projection of fate.