Cosmic steps through every section.
Herein find the secret waiting:
Future from the past; reflection.’
‘Then Osiris, fully risen,
Calls to life, renews gestation,
Metes out Time with fate’s precision,
Orders: ‘Scribe, divine creation.’’
So is seen the mythic cycle,
Turning ever on its axis.
Each was placed upon its system,
Fixed was each by one, another.
One drew out another’s mystery,
So they grew to greater wisdom.
Set were they on points of psyche’s
Evolution, flowering moments.
When to heart and soul one listened,
Heard and wrought it for one’s vision,
Out of that which never dies;
Springs, eternal, the story of the sky.
Charlotte Cowell, The Myth