Astride the Tree

In our revelry

the great gods joined us,

Drank with us,

Laughed and cried with us.

In the hall and around the fire

our ancestors met,

in a circle filled with more than our bodies.

In a timeless and spaceless vacuum,

In ginnungagap we gathered

as its primordial realm overlapped Midgard.

Old friends and far travelers shared stories

and forged community

in the name of frith and goodwill,

And strangers parted as friends,

already thinking on the next chance

to become something greater than self,

Drawing mannaz

and thinking about the bonds of human love.

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