Pythia

My soul rode an eagle’s wings today,
My ears rejoiced by the lyrics of the wind caressing his feathers.
I was accompanied to the centre of the earth,
To be awarded crystal wisdom from the goddess of wisdom,
To be adorned in colourful harmony by the god of arts.
At the break of dawn, the lady pronounced verses crowned with light;
The penetrating light of the land of the Gods.
Pythia was kind with a hand on the Omphalos,
Another on my forehead, there, where my eagle met his twin.
Where men with silver beards named it Delphys, the womb.
Where I felt the brazing gaze of the creator of the gods.
My heart is the centre of the world.
Pythia, Apollo and Athena are chanting these words with me.
They spoke, and I listened.