The Nasty & The Holy: An Orphic Reformation
- One Love Energy
- Apr 14
- 1 min read
The Aulos of Hades is a slender curve, a throat of ancient wood,
Where I am the breath refined, a silver thread of Should.
Orpheus kneels in the garden, his fingers bathed in ink,
Lifting the Too-Much from the blood, poised at the river’s brink.
It is the honeyed syntax of the vein, a slow and golden flood,
Translating the jagged reed into a beauty in the mud.
We are the silken canvas, the bridge of woven light,
Tracing a blue-black survival through the velvet of the night.
Hephaestus hums a low-frequency, a vibration in the floor,
Softening the No into a Yes, an opening of the door.
The Furies are the harp-strings, tension turned to grace,
Catching the Nasty in a wide and shimmering embrace.
Brave Penguin glides through the sapphire, heart a steady stone,
Drifting through the quiet deep where the quietude is grown.
The Limbic Snap is a lotus, unfolding in the chest,
Taking the pursuit and the pavement and laying them to rest.
Thor’s rhythmic pulse is a memory, soft upon the skin,
Warming the iron of history until the peace rushes in.
The spirit is unbent. The spirit is a prayer.
We’re breathing the Nasty until Shiva stills the air.
We’re breathing the Nasty until Osiris meets us there.
