To kneel and pray Can not preclude One’s ability to Stand and think When it does We are inexorably led On a journey into The darkest corners Of our being Though they appear to be Diametrically opposed Belief and critical thought Are the two sides of a mirror That make us human One side reflecting who we can be The other who we are True Religion Is an ever evolving guide to Navigating the path From one to the other Always requiring Self reflection Never Blind following Because the unquestioned life Is no life at all
I am Lost at sea Adrift in the currents of life Thrown back and forth In a small boat with no oars Wet Cold Tired Yet filled with Determination To get Somewhere This loneliness inside Seeks the companionship of Shore A harbor from the world Where Grace arrives unbidden Where my burdens are shed Like wet clothing to Dry in the sunlight A short respite before I continue my journey We all need Rest We all need Safe harbor Sometimes Remember to leave your heart Open To be surprised by Grace
To my beautiful sons I hope these words find you When you are most in need
And I am not there to
Guide and comfort you
That their truth provides light
When the dusk obscures your path
Of these things I am sure Love is not enough without honesty Dreams are sacred Regret is a slow poison Trust in yourself is a practice Happiness must be shared and never hoarded
I do not journal The thoughts and ideas That have taken roost In my head Instead I paint poems Of birds in flight Soaring across the Expanse of my Imagination High above the trees Observing the routines of men The clothing changes But the faces remain the same Across centuries Still struggling with Life’s biggest questions Slowing inching towards Enlightenment Even if it never comes Only the raven knows The secrets Enlightenment does not exist Time is the mind killer Life is now Live Free
We are all Manifestations of our shifting perspective Gathering data along the way Changing priorities like Clothes with the turning leaves Nomadic shape shifters Moving through time To parts known and unknown I will never be who I was I can not know who I will become Until one day All that is left Is a memory In the minds of Others Flickering As it too Fades into Eternity
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Who is Ifálólá Olùálà Ìyẹ̀ré?
I realized that people might not know much about me, so I decided to add a short profile of who I am. I was born in '69 into a latino family in the US. My dad's family practiced the Orisa tradition, but I didn't find my way to the tradition until I was about 18. After finding a lucumi Ile and worshiping for several years, I was "rayado" in Palo Mayombe, later passing to Padre then Bakonfula. After some time I eventually fulfilled my obligation to initiate (kariosha/dosu) as a priest of Yemoja after which I received Pinaldo, all in the cuban tradition. After receiving my Awofakan and being told I had to pass to Ifa, no matter, I began studying Ifa and thinking about what that meant to me. My search began, when Henry Drewal, a friend, brought his Oluwo to lecture at his classes at University of Wisconsin, Madison, I realized I had found my Oluwo, Kolawole Oshitola, Ejiirosun. And so after two years of email and calls with Baba, consulting Yemoja and Ifa through Ita with direct confirmation about what I was going to embark on, I went and did my Itelodu (Itefa) in the Challenge area of Ibadan, Nigeria. I went with a good friend, a lucumi Awo Ifa, who became my Ojugbona (Ifajoko, Osa Ogunda).
It's been a wonderful ride with ups and downs, and I hope that with the support of my family and community I can continue writing, whatever doubts or hardships might come my way. May Ifa always guide us all to achieve long life, filled with Owo, Omo ati Ire gbogbo! Ase o! Ifálólá Olùálà Ìyẹ̀ré omo Iwori Aweda