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Tuesday, September 16, 2014

More Contemplations on the Odu Obara Meji

My thoughts become words
carefully written
mind to muscle
muscle to pen
pen to page
taking shape
and meaning
a marriage of form and substance
to be seen by all who have interest
My thoughts become words
softly spoken
mind to muscle
muscle to movement
movement to breath
set free
for all to hear
let loose upon the world
that minds may ponder their meaning
My thoughts become words
traveling like a virus
carrying messages of love
so that you too might infect others
and make the world a peaceful place

Wednesday, August 27, 2014

Contemplation on the Odu Oyekun Irosun

Work and play
do not generally mix
and it is best to not mistake
colleagues
for friends
Extracting emotions
from the equation
simplifies the interaction
in a world where people
are quick to react
and are easily offended
making a cold
but safe
place
-- Marcos Sanchez --

Sunday, August 10, 2014

Contemplation on the Odu Irete Iwori

When pursuing one’s agenda
do not over estimate one’s worth
by underestimating the opponent who
may appear to be easily overthrown
because they have allowed themselves to be distracted.
Revealing one’s plans too early
or attracting their attention through aggressive actions
may only serve to redirect their focus
which invariably turns the hunter
into the hunted
Better to prove one’s worth
and become a trusted part of the hunting party
with a place at the dinner table
while avoiding a central place on the dinner table
-- Marcos Sanchez

Sunday, April 20, 2014

Contemplation on the Odu Oworin Odi

Not priest nor prophet,
Not shaman nor saint
can verify the Other.
So why is it that we listen
to so many that
pedal their wares of fear
and ignore those
who sell nothing
but only speak of love?
Is fear so great a motivator
that love can not conquer
its grip on our minds?
Faith
was once fallible
meant to be questioned
and only through careful investigation
could one truly maintain
faith
But fear has changed its definition
from something for the intelligent
to something that is followed
without question
blindly
ignorantly,
Isn’t faith really about
the confidence and trust
we place in something that
we have fully investigated
and continue to investigate?
and in that investigation
continually find the
truth
beauty
love
compassion
growth
and meaning
in what we believe?
Life is hard
do we need to make it harder
by putting our faith
in fear?
Love may not instantly solve our woes
but it will help set us on the right path.

-- Marcos Sanchez -- (Inspired listening to Yo Yo Ma playing the Bach Cello Suites https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dZn_VBgkPNY )

Sunday, April 6, 2014

Contemplation on the Odu Iwori Ogunda (iwori aweda)

I wasn't inspired to write

not being sure if my words would have meaning

but I could not help myself

streams of thoughts pouring from my fingertips

waves crashing down

pounding words into sand

writing of the inequity of life

angrily recounting the war of

wants versus needs

why can they not reconcile their differences?

days, sometimes years pass

in a precarious detente of wills

yet so often skirmishes flare

unable to agree

it is the story of man

tribal warfare

of the soul

the battle raging within each of us

just underneath the surface

riptides threatening to pull us under

we can only hope

that someday we might find peace

with our circumstance

or the ability to change it.


Friday, March 14, 2014

Contemplation on the Odu Irosun Iwori

I was born free
until life built walls
that surrounded me
I was born unencumbered
until the world burdened me
with the weight of its’ mistakes
I was born unchained
until religions tied me down 
with righteousness
I was born enlightened
until words tied my tongue
and language obscured the truth
I was born alive
until society handed me a clock
with which to countdown my days
I was born
into a society
that boxed me in
from the moment
I was born
until 
I realized I could
cut a window
build a door
and 
live in
or out

of my box

Sunday, March 2, 2014

Contemplation on the Odu Osa Odi ( Osa Idi )

A love bought
is not love
just as the
sound of a
songbird can not
be called a
thing of beauty
by a man
with no hearing
Only time can
prove a love
that is true
and though love
can be simple
it's often painted
in a thousand
shades of grey
Sometimes easy, sometimes
hard, only one
truth remains unspoken
Love is work