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<title>Kenaz</title>
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<p><a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:Runic_letter_kauna.svg"><img src="../img/runes/kenaz.svg" alt="Kenaz rune" title="Kenaz rune"></a></p>
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<h1>Kenaz</h1>
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<p>Traditional meaning: ulcer, torch</p>
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<p>Meanings when upright:</p>
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<ul>
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<li>mental dexterity</li>
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<li>shape-shifting</li>
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<li>fruition of ideas</li>
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<li>teachers and education</li>
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<li>light in the darkness</li>
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</ul>
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<p>Meanings when inverted:</p>
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<li>creative block</li>
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<li>illness</li>
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<li>something that will get worse if unattended</li>
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</ul>
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<p>Kenaz can be useful for:</p>
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<ul>
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<li>manifesting intellectual endeavors / creative inspiration</li>
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<li>warding away negative energy</li>
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<li>reducing anger or making it useful</li>
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<li>ancestor work</li>
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<li>healing through regeneration</li>
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</ul>
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<hr>
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<p>Anglo-Saxon rune poem:</p>
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<blockquote>Cen byþ cwicera gehwam, cuþ on fyre<br>blac ond beorhtlic, byrneþ oftust<br>ðær hi æþelingas inne restaþ.</blockquote>
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<blockquote>The torch is known to every living man by its pale, bright flame;<br>it always burns where princes sit within. </blockquote>
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<p>Norwegian rune poem:</p>
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<blockquote>Kaun er barna bo,lvan;<br>bo,l gørver nán fo,lvan.</blockquote>
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<blockquote>Ulcer is fatal to children;<br>death makes a corpse pale.</blockquote>
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<p>A modern poem:</p>
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<blockquote>
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<p>The three strains<br/>
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of blood<br/>
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that run<br/>
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in my veins<br/>
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I'm not sure<br/>
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how to balance,<br/>
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precarious<br/>
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in ability to be lured<br/>
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to act against my better will,<br/>
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to with claws or jagged sharps destroy<br/>
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what I with my power would rather employ<br/>
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to birth this world, to with gentler things fill.</p>
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<p>Through the Veil made a careful incision<br/>
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to cast off my mental fog's saddle<br/>
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and declare, "You and I are palm pals,"<br/>
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only our hands sketched in my vision<br/>
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until the world came back flooding<br/>
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and the Veil bade you scream goodbye<br/>
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and vow to come back a later time<br/>
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even closer to me.<br/>
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Not this rune you presented<br/>
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but others, half inverted<br/>
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to explain the meaning<br/>
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I could not myself perceive:</p>
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<p>"If the roots at the very bottom of Yewiffe<br/>
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are memories bitter and repressed,<br/>
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then what bright futures, what shared nests<br/>
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lie nestled at the top of its canopy?</p>
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<p>I'd gladly spend the rest of my life<br/>
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keeping you rational and in your own skin,<br/>
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safe and sound, tranquil, peaceful within<br/>
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if together in one of those branches we reside."</p>
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<p>I don't know what I ever did to deserve<br/>
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this light in the darkness, impassioned words,<br/>
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but it I have somehow earned,<br/>
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my lilac spring, my fierce godsend.</p>
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<p>Look at my friends,<br/>
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my allies,<br/>
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the love of my life:</p>
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<p>I was never really alone,<br/>
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was I?</p>
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</blockquote>
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