The seven years written of in initiatory practices below commenced for this poet at the age of sixteen, rendering her ready for evaluation at twenty three. She then readopted the discipline involved, maintaining it throughout the remainder of her increasingly long life.

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Recorded Reading (4:07): https://www.dropbox.com/scl/fi/bhe971fsrjmrzmnf9igit/How-to-Make-Your-Word-Into-Law.mp3?rlkey=zb6sx3mloew8qniuzud3yrf1z&st=n1anc2os&dl=0

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How to Make Your Word Into Law

Three sister goddesses there were
In the ancient Egyptian day
Beneath the torrid desert sun
They held their sacred sway

One is widely known today
One known but not so widely so
And there’s one of whom most of us
Never learn or know

Three goddesses, each one concerned
With the power of the Word
And with the Law that it becomes
As spoken, and as heard

Of Isis we are most aware
Who would not let Osiris die
Persisting until once again
He moved beside her through the sky

Lady magical healing of
Great mother figure to them all
Dominating pantheons
Adorning every sacred hall

Her sister even older is
Holding sway ere e’en began
Time as we record it now
The earliest ages of man

Before a written body of
Law be necessary thought
The principles of great Ma’at
Were to the children taught

As conduct most desirable —
A preclassical Golden Mean
Citizens of society
Sought selves to pass between

And then there was one goddess more
Makheru was her name
And one must think the reason for
Her lesser light of fame

Was that practice devotional
Which carried out was in her name
A process both requiring time
And dedication then became

For seven years the acolyte
Told only truth of heart
No statement ever making
In which untruth had any part

The goal desired lofty enough
To fill that heart with awe:
Its culmination turned the seeker’s
Every word to law

Fascinated study by
Of power in the sacred word,
This poet promptly acted on
The information she had heard

And straightaway resolved
Immediately to begin
The seven year long journey
On this path of discipline

We can’t know how it was
In ancient times this work to try
We do know that in modern days
We are expected oft to lie

It is by an heartfelt attempt
Always genuine to be
That we the depths of too common
Dishonesty clear see

Toward the end of the prescribed
Seven effortful years
We pause to evaluate
Whether or not it then appears

We progress managed have to make
The so coveted goal unto
Whether discipline hath giv’n
Our words the wonted power to —

Here’s what this single devotee
Gained from the experience:
When once resolve the truth to tell,
From that moment will commence

Our words increasingly toward
The Law of Truth as So it Be:
We closer come have to the Law
And not the Law to we

Yet, nonetheless, the end result
Exactly what we aimed for be
For when we speak it always comes
Right from the heart of verity

Noting to ourselves the while
In the meditative hour
An observation that it brings
Upon the nature of true pow’r

Learning the last and highest truth:
How most harmonious it go
With, rather than against, forsooth,
Divine heavenly flow

Seeking more to better be
Citizens of the Universe
Than aught personal pow’r to see
By engineering its reverse

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