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.

Reflections of the Summer Solstice

When the Sol,

Is at its’ peak,

Its’ hidden power,

Starts to seep.

Into hearts,

And into souls, 

Igniting fires,

New and old.

And like the flame,

It burns away,

Every woe, 

This longest day. 

(And sometimes fire,

Pierces through,

The hearts of that, 

Which fetters you.)

We rise to meet,

That golden dawn,

The spinning fire, 

Wheel of Kaun. 

Beneath the ocean, 

Tiwaz blessed, 

Honoring all,

With feast and fest. 

On fresh cut turf,

Good cheese and good wine, 

Surrounded by stars, 

And reflections of time. 

A Rhythm of Younger Runes

ᚠ Fe makes right,

ᚠ Fe makes greed,

ᚠ Just enough – is what we need.

ᚢ Ur has hoof,

ᚢ Ur has horn,

ᚢ Mighty wild – eyes of scorn

ᚦ Thurs are sharp,

ᚦ Thurs are wise,

ᚦ Ancient beings – in disguise.

ᚬ Oss is wind,

ᚬ Oss is wide,

ᚬ Pointed hat – spear at the side.

ᚱ Reid is reigns,

ᚱ Reid is spokes,

ᚱ Thor’s wagon – drawn behind goats.

ᚴ Kaun is heat,

ᚴ Kaun is fire,

ᚴ In the depths – of our desires.

ᚼ Hagal maims,

ᚼ Hagal tolls,

ᚼ Crystal star – that’s hard to hold.

ᚾ Naud is lock,

ᚾ Naud is key,

ᚾ Opening doors – that we need.

ᛁ Is is still,

ᛁ Is is clear,

ᛁ Hanging from roofs – like cold spears.

ᛅ Ar is blood,

ᛅ Ar is wheat,

ᛅ Harvesting that – which we seek.

ᛋ Sol is high,

ᛋ Sol is bold,

ᛋ In the skull – wheel of gold.

ᛏ Tyr is right,

ᛏ Tyr is score,

ᛏ Call upon – in times of war.

ᛒ Bjarkan shines,

ᛒ Bjarkan sees,

ᛒ Far away – atop the trees.

ᛘ Madr lives,

ᛘ Madr dies,

ᛘ In between – is where he lies.

ᛚ Lagu falls,

ᛚ Lagu pours,

ᛚ Bringing life – and carrying oars.

ᛣ Yr is green,

ᛣ Yr is bow,

ᛣ Up above – and down below.

Memory of Younger Runes

ᚠ – Fe is domestic,

ᚢ – Ur is chaotic,

ᚦ – Thurs is both for the good and the bad.

ᚬ – Oss is for breathing,

ᚱ – Reid is for riding,

ᚴ – Kaun is the torch that burns all around.

ᚼ – Hagal is harshness,

ᚾ – Naud is resistance,

I – Is marks the silence frozen in time.

ᛅ – Ar is the cycle,

ᛋ – Sol is the sun-flow,

ᛏ – Tyr is the pillar holding the sky.

ᛒ – Bjarkan is whitest,

ᛘ – Madr is wisest,

ᛚ – Lagu is water, tides, and the moon.

ᛦ – Yr is the crossroads,

A path you must choose,

One path you win and one path you lose.