I open and light descends, fills me
and passes through, each thin blue
petal reflected perfectly in clear
water. I am that lotus filled with
light reflected in the world. I float
content within myself, one flower with
a thousand petals, one life lived a
thousand years without haste, one
universe sparking a thousand stars, one
god alive in a thousand people.

If you stood on a summer's morning
on the bank under a brillant sky, you
would see the thousand petals and say
that together they make the lotus. But
if you lived in its heart, invisible
from without, you might see how the
ecstasy at its fragrant core gives rise
to its thousand petals. What is
beautiful is always that which is
itself in essence, a certaintly of
being. I marvel at myself and the
things of earth.

I float among the days in peace,
content. Not part of the world, the
world is all the parts of me. I open
toward the light and lift myself to the
gods on the perfume of prayer. I ask
for nothing beyond myself. I own
everything I need. I am content in the
company of god, a prayer that contains
its own answer. I am the lotus. As if
from a dream, I wake up laughing.
-The Papyrus of Ani

**Song Of The Harper**

Flourishing is he, this prince, For destiny is good, and destruction is complete. Bodies pass on while others endure, Since the time of those who came before, The Gods and those who came into being before me, And who rest in their pyramid tombs.

The nobles and spirits too, Being entombed in their pyramids, They built chapels, but their cult stations are no more. What became of them?

Now I have heard the sayings Of Iyemhotep and Hardedef, Which are quoted In the proverbs so much.

What are their cult places? Their walls are dismantled, And their cult places exist no more, As if they had never been.