The Power of Myth examines the role of mythology in defining and refining our societies, beliefs, and culture. Listen to a lecture featuring Shiv Oss, who joined us to share his knowledge, resources, quotes, and prose.
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QUOTES from the Power of Myth – Discussion with Shiv Oss.
POEM: Snow Owl
Snow Owl remembers the night That descended on your soul
You flew into the darkness And forgot you weren’t born alone
You were made to take the cold You were born to bear the cross
You asked the light to bring the flame To those who were lost
You call in the rain You cry in the snow
You asked the light to bring the flame To those who were lost
Snow Owl is the mystery That aches in the dark
Snow Owl is the heartbeat That longs for your heart
You were brought to this earth To help raise the dead
Look under my snow For the blood that you shed
Do you want salvation Do you want rest
How far will you go And do what is best
Snow Owl is the mystery That aches in the dark
Snow Owl is the heartbeat That longs for your heart
When you come to the place Open your heart
Remember the cries Remember your part
You are the horror That descended that night
You are the blizzard That rages for the light
Snow Owl is the mystery That aches in the dark
Snow Owl is the heartbeat That longs for your heart
You call to the wind You sing to the snow
You fly to the source You live what you know
You were made to take the cold You were born to bear the cross
You asked the light to bring the flame To those who are lost
You are the mystery That aches in the dark
You are the heartbeat That longs for the sacred heart
Erratum:
Snow Owl remembers the night That descended on your soul
You flew into the darkness And forgot you weren’t born alone
You were made to take the cold You were born to bear the cross
You asked the light to bring the flame To those who were lost
You call in the rain You cry in the snow
You’re sick of the lies And you don’t want to know
— Shivanand Oss.