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<title>Ansuz</title>
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<h1>Ansuz</h1>

<p>Traditional meaning: mouth, god</p>

<p>Meanings when upright:</p>

<ul>
	<li>unclogging</li>
	<li>opens way for purification</li>
	<li>transcending turmoil of emotions</li>
	<li>Odin's ravens</li>
	<li>total shattering revelation</li>
	<li>inspiration in the arts</li>
	<li>clarity of communication</li>
</ul>

<p>Meanings when inverted:</p>

<ul>
	<li>binding but without harm (dispassionate and removed)</li>
	<li>mental blockage</li>
	<li>unwillingness to face reality</li>
</ul>

<p>Ansuz can be useful for:</p>

<ul>
	<li>finding one's voice</li>
	<li>cleansing</li>
	<li>expanding consciousness</li>
	<li>releasing oneself of unhealthy bonds</li>
	<li>revealing all secrets</li>
</ul>

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<p>Anglo-Saxon rune poem:</p>

<blockquote>Os byþ ordfruma ælere spræce,<br>wisdomes wraþu ond witena frofur<br>and eorla gehwam eadnys ond tohiht. </blockquote>

<blockquote>The mouth is the source of all language,<br>a pillar of wisdom and a comfort to wise men,<br>a blessing and a joy to every knight.</blockquote>

<p>Norwegian rune poem:</p>

<blockquote>Óss er flæstra færða<br>fo,r; en skalpr er sværða.</blockquote>

<blockquote>Estuary is the way of most journeys;<br>but a scabbard is of swords.</blockquote>

<p>A modern poem:</p>

<blockquote>
	<p>Black and blue sitting dollar store tree bird<br/>
	and frozen pack of neon gummy worms<br/>
	and sea of pillows and socks and blankets<br/>
	tugged with mouth in vague shape of nest.</p>

	<p>Looming overhead with quarry in mouth<br/>
	to taunt a girl who words is without,<br/>
	<strong>open mouth, shut, gaping, hungry outcry</strong><br/>
	to let loose the worm that hangs from lips on high.</p>

	<p>Ravenous in more ways than one,<br/>
	need to be fed before chirping and hum<br/>
	can take the shape of coherent words.<br/>
	Nesting together. Intertwined wings as birds,</p>

	<p>extra pair with hands tucked in armpits.<br/>
	Head snuggled in neck, close enough for kiss<br/>
	but satisfied for now with pounding heartbeat<br/>
	announcing that Muse has not yet met defeat.</p>

	<p>It happens sometimes, backslide to animal<br/>
	when words run dry, of inspiration a lull.<br/>
	Nest of blankets and pillows, warm lover's embrace.<br/>
	No deadlines to meet; take flight at your own pace.</p>
</blockquote>