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