Contemplation on the Odu Odi Ogbe

They call me ishmael

and I am on a quest to find the sea

This is my story

A story of the ages

upon which dynasties will rise and fall

Yet my only wish

is that the knowledge of my quest

be left for those who are also

seekers of truth

As with many stories

this one begins humbly

filled with questions and hope

As with all stories

this one ends silently

filled with more questions than answers

It is the tale of my quest

to find an oasis

in a world beset by drought

and filled with desert

in every direction

There is however, no need to tell every tale

I have none that has not already been told

What I will leave you with is this

It is out there

and eventually

everyone finds themselves

on the ocean of eternity

sailing through the universe

The journey through the desert

is just the beginning of a tale

that never ends

I am the breeze that whispers in your ear

I am the collective unconscious

I am you

I am

alive

They call me ishmael

I am on a quest to find the sea

This is my story

Contemplation on the Odu Ogunda Irosun

Pick yourself up off the floor
or end up soiled and grey
drowning in the puddles of emotion
that are squeezed from your body
as passers by step all over you
Pick yourself up I said
because, while it's nice to think
someone will come and offer a ladder
chances are
they won't
and even if they do
it's still up to you
to climb the ladder
one by one
or
two by two
Pick
your
self
up
because opportunity is best viewed
when soaring like a hawk
and impossible to see
in the one dimensional world
you now find yourself in

Contemplation on the Odu Obara Oshe (obara ose)

The truth is simple
words are the illusion