<html> <head> <title>Wunjo</title> <link href="./style.css" rel="stylesheet" type="text/css" title="main" media="all"> <meta name="viewport" content="width=device-width, initial-scale=1.0"> <link rel="icon" href="../img/runes/wunjo.svg"> </head> <body> <p class="center"><a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:Runic_letter_wunjo.svg"><img src="../img/runes/wunjo.svg" alt="Wunjo rune" title="Wunjo rune"></a></p> <h1>Wunjo</h1> <p>Traditional meaning: joy, perfection</p> <p>Meanings when upright:</p> <ul> <li>bilocality in awareness</li> <li>passionate love and union</li> <li>joy in self-recognition</li> <li>sacred marriage (by Mannaz)</li> <li>lifting of the Veil</li> <li>community peace</li> <li>a social worker</li> </ul> <p>Meanings when inverted:</p> <ul> <li>severance from the divine</li> <li>madness and insanity</li> <li>groupthink/collectivism</li> <li>loss of identity</li> <li>strife and alienation</li> </ul> <p>Wunjo can be useful for:</p> <ul> <li>strengthening links and bonds</li> <li>binding runes toward specific purposes</li> </ul> <hr> <p>Anglo-Saxon rune poem:</p> <blockquote>Wenne bruceþ, ðe can weana lyt<br>sares and sorge and him sylfa hæfþ<br>blæd and blysse and eac byrga geniht.</blockquote> <blockquote>Bliss he enjoys who knows not suffering, sorrow nor anxiety,<br>and has prosperity and happiness and a good enough house.</blockquote> <p>There is not a Norwegian rune poem for Wunjo.</p> <p>A modern poem:</p> <blockquote> <p><strong>Where do our nerves know where to end?</strong><br/> X equals X times two,<br/> all but nought to the stratosphere.<br/> I touch your cheek, and I feel the sheer<br/> softness, and the pressure against an aching tooth<br/> in your jaw, and my fingertips starting to sweat.<br/> I know, and I know that you know, and you know<br/> that I know that you know.<br/> Reaching across an imaginary line<br/> that between our bodies divides<br/> a canvas, symmetry mode, whatever I do<br/> to you is mirrored in sensation on my own hide.</p> <p>I would to atone self-flagellate<br/> if not for the knowledge that the bloody pain,<br/> although on your skin leaving no wound,<br/> would convince that it had become serrate.<br/> This vessel of mine is just as much yours<br/> now as it was when Inside I was born,<br/> reincarnate, held century's prisoner.<br/> I should take care of it, I think, to minimize<br/> the pain transferred from this bond of our life.</p> </blockquote> </body> </html>