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Friday, March 3, 2017

Contemplations on the Odu Osa Oyekun

Three thoughts on a day of change

There is no right thing
Just the next thing

While so many
paint the world in
black
and
white
reality is more like an
unsupervised child
with no paper
and an endless supply of
finger paints
in a word
messy
...
Chose to
live your life
in between the
notes
It's where the real
music happens

Thursday, February 23, 2017

Contemplation on the Odu Ogbe Otura

Habit is a demanding
And reckless lover
Seductive and tender
Just before abandoning
You in a flurry of abuse
But fear not
Soon enough
it will return
Apologizing for the various
transgressions
Filling you with hope
And sweet promise
As the cycle
begins
anew
Wash your eyes
and see things
for what they are
only then will you
cast off the anchor
that weighs you
down





Friday, February 10, 2017

Contemplation on the odu Irete Ogbe (ategbe)

Follow me
I’ll open the door
To a place you
haven’t visited
for some time
A world above
the clouds
and beyond the moon
hidden in the mind of
a child
Let's take a train
you and I
while sipping tea
and nibbling scones
as we journey
through the stars
to a metropolis
in the sky
Where elephants fly
cats play chess
and you can
enjoy an espresso
with an antelope
Before you leave
don’t forget
there’s a small bookstore
you must visit
Mr. Kurguin’s House of
Chai, Books and other minor miracles
A simple shop
with an unassuming entrance
though a bit difficult to find
Step inside and you’ll see
a world of possibilities
amidst endless stacks of books
big and small
as far as the eye can see
Here
There
and everywhere
Mr. Kurguin
will guide you
a quiet old man
with a mischievous smile
and a twinkle in his eye
meanders the forests
tending to his
garden of thoughts
wander until something
catches your fancy
then sit a spell
with a cup of
smoky Russian tea
Lost in the pages
a portal to
another place
You may forget
the time of day
months pass in a
heartbeat
There is one thing
I surely know
you'll never leave
empty minded
and your journey
home
will be filled with
adventure

---- Inspired by the art of Elise Hurst - illustrator, artist & children's author

Sunday, January 29, 2017

Contemplation on Ogunda Ogbe ( Ogunda gbede )


We are all
wounded birds
Of a sort
Filled with insecurities 
Collected like stale
Breadcrumbs
Scattered after so many
Failed attempts 
to find our
Way 
It is our
Nature
To seek
Answers 
It's what makes us
Human
Look inward and
realize
your faults 
and mistakes
but remember
Don’t shoot the 
messenger

Monday, December 12, 2016

Contemplation on the Odu Ofun Meji (orangun meji)

Time is a commodity
that becomes
more rare
with each passing
moment
God is a fickle merchant
with an endless supply
only distributing
small portions
to any given
traveler
Wanton and
indiscriminate
we don’t know
how much
we’ll get
our allotment revealed
only after it’s
run out
Every moment is a
gift
not to be squandered
Once it's gone
It’s gone
forever
-- written to arvo part Spiegel im spiegel https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FZe3mXlnfNc

Thursday, December 8, 2016

Contemplation on the Odu Iwori Meji

What is Ifa?
Ifa is not joy
nor is it suffering
but both simultaneously
Ifa is never easy
Initiation into Ifa may be a
joyous celebration
but the true practitioner
leaves this state quickly
only to realize that
Ifa is a tremendous burden
Ifa is like the yoke thrown
upon an ox who
plows forward hoping to make
dry earth yield a crop
that will nourish the
soul of the world

Thursday, November 10, 2016

Contemplation on the odu Okanran Ofun (okana fun)

I am
numb
words
can not
hide
the grief
or console
the pain
It permeates
every breath
taken by this
wounded nation
We are held
in the arms of a
Golem
molded with the ashes of
burned promises
and
crushed dreams
created by invisible masters
who's hidden agenda
is known by
few
but felt by
many
I hope this Golem
will not destroy us
but it is fed by
hate
fear
rage
and
anger
the true four horseman
of the apocalypse
I can hear their approach
in the deafening cheers
for the Golem
in our midst
Love will continue to be
a stranger here
until we destroy
the golem
in each of
us