Here is our first homemade video of the hymns for Poseidon being read by a member while looking out on the Pacific.

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From Theoi.com:

Poseidon was the great Olympian God of the sea, rivers, flood and drought, earthquakes, and horses.
He was depicted as a mature man of sturdy build with a dark beard, and holding a trident.

 

The USGS real-time shaking maps reminds us Poseidon is always flowing

 

 

 
XXII. To Poseidon
I begin to sing about Poseidon, the great god, mover of the earth and fruitless sea,

god of the deep who is also lord of Helicon and wide Aegae.

A two-fold office the gods allotted you, O Shaker of the Earth,

to be a tamer of horses and a saviour of ships!

Hail, Poseidon, Holder of the Earth, dark-haired lord!

O blessed one, be kindly in heart and help those who voyage in ships!

Samantha  has offered us three of her
poems as well.

Father sea I hear you calling,
The rushing waves sing against the rock.
The echoes of water crashing to stone,
And there I hear my sisters in the hollowed wind.
A risen song echoing against the rocky slope,
Welcoming, welcoming the sister to the fold.
Join in dance beloved sisters among the waves,
Dance for Father sea who yields plenty to all.

Father sea who shakes the rounded earth,
Shakes from it firm wide-spanning grasp,
Violent waves ebb away the fragile sloping shore.
The sea draws away in foamy arms stone from stone,
And casts earth's richness to the life of the seas.
Regeneration---all things spring from old anew!

Father sea I hear your loving words,
A haunting melody of a midnight calm,
Across a moving glass, reflecting heavenly glow.
Father, Father I hear you call out to me,
My heart sings a melody of the dancing sea.
And if I listen in silence that best receives,
I can hear your song in the dolphin's company.

Concealing seas, hidden away and hidden deep,
A bright flame burns within the heart of the sea.
Restless flames that stirs the ocean beds,
Heat rises, life rises and a birth is formed.
Little island set adrift among the rocking waves,
A soothing cradle for your head---and father loving.
Sea winds bring sustenance to sow within so deep,
Into the furrows of richest, dark, welcoming soil,
No barren rock thrust from his loving heart,
But a paradise to mature and to fruitation grow!

Father sea I come to you upon my little boat,
The waves part welcoming before my path,
Traveling, boat unturned by threat of rolling storm,
Through you I am balanced upon turbulent rise,
Rise and rest among the foamy mare's backs,
But never to fall, to sink within the briny seas.
Death does not happily seek me from my father's throne,
He does not eagerly seek death in the house,
Drag into death into the dark waters deep.

Father sea I embrace you--touch your rising arms,
Again and again I return to a father's embrace,
Rejuvenate the spirit, happy as the gull's merry clatter,
Who drifts upon the sea-churned winds, lofty waves.
No hunger shall I ever yearn, for plenty is what you provide,
The fruits of the seas shall ever in my heart sustain me,
My brothers and sisters nurture me on these simple feasts.
A simple feast, not to be under-valued, its richness is within.

Father sea I come to you, you carry freedom so sweet,
Far away to distant lands, no boundaries for your might,
Yet however far I travel upon your wide-trekking mounts,
However the distances may bring to me rise and rest again,
Carry me always again, to bring me welcoming home,
To the home that forever lights that fiery lamp,
That dwells within the ocean of my wandering heart!

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To Poseidon

As a dark-flecked stallion follows the mare at the edge of the sea,
So to do the winding songs of the Muses follow short behind,
To sing of dark-maned Poseidon of the turbulent crashing wave.
The craggy sea-edge is a quiet noisy place, suspense hangs in air,
Hear now wanderers along its banks the deep voice of pounding reef.
The scaling rocks give way to a soft welcome sandy shore,
Where goddesses in splendor under sunlight play and gently sleep.

The tide has fingers that draw against the earth, push and caress,
In that meeting place raging sea kisses coaxingly the parting land.
Coral crowned Gaieokhos there did spy Demeter of the golden rows,
Such was his eager love that he fashioned for her with great care,
A splendid guise swift of foot and neck proud arched for her to ride.
Eager to woo her, eager to claim, but all for not, a purpose lost in vain.
The wide-armed earth does not submit to oceanic seduction or demand.
To Olympos he arise, but to the watery domain he rules and sets to rest,
Amid the currents of the broad belt of Okeanos spanning from east to west.

A watery home in the bosom of the ocean tides, in monstrous company,
A coral castle shining bright, and there the nereids play, at the heart of
sea.
Hail to you mighty Pelagaios, who rules the far reaching currents and tides,
To you who raise the violent crashing waves to devour the coastal lands.
Under the deceptive calm of fair waves, your trident strikes the earth,
Trembling all around in your embrace, great shocks leap and wrack the land.

But temper soothed how calm you become and kindness you extend,
Prayers rise up from the traveler's mouth, Hail to you Asphalios!
A prayer for far-traveling kindly winds, oh securer of the voyages safe.
You rock the boat with gentle lull, the waves do not violently toss it
about,
And the flowing sea rises in the night like a sweet singing melody.
How men have yearned and loved of your foamy-tressed melodic daughters,
And hid their faces in respect to your tempest raising crowned sons.
But fear and awe shake in their chest for sharp jawed monsters of the deep,
That your power shall shackle and lead, astride your ocean-born stallion
steed.
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Across the foam they leap, their manes like crashing waves
The earth shaking under their lightening steps,
Hear the wind roar over the seas through their heaving breath.
White as stars, dwelling beneath the spanning seas,
Shining so bright, beneath pale moon at night,
Upon the water a shimmering echo reflecting the brilliance of the sun.

Wild mares tossing their heads, tossing the boats on the sea,
Untamed to the hands of men, uncontrolled as tempest storms,
Fleet-footed mares racing the winds, crashing waves arise.
And there the fifty daughters, laughing, cling to their manes,
Crowned in pearls they arise, riding the mighty crests,
Riding the fierce storm-runners, riding the crashing rises,
To the earth they ride, and the earth shakes under the feet.

To Poseidon's chariot the mares bow, to the harness they submit,
Briny mares, coarse mares of salty winds, submit to carry their lord.
The sea's stallion is the greatest, and in welcome the mares sing,
To draw him with all speed upon the breadth of the fathoms deep,
By his hand the pace is set, upon the currents that they race.
Tamed only to his masterful hand, that great lord does command,
To him they bow, by him there are reigned in check, but their spirit free.