Contemplation on the odu Odi Irosun (odi iroso)

There is no perfect

mate

We will never find

them

Even when we think

We have

Trust me

We haven't 

All we can do 

Is hope to find our

Best

almost perfect 

mate

And hope that

They don't leave us

To search for their

perfect

mate

Seeking perfection is

No different than

Counting to infinity 

Not going to happen

Ever

Stop trying

And enjoy 

Imperfect

love

contemplation on the Odu Oshe Irete ( Oshe Bile )

I wake 

Rubbing the sleep

From my eyes 

Breathing deeply

I stand to feel the ground

Beneath my feet

A mouthful of pure water

Passes my lips and

Swirls through my mouth

Washing away yesterday's complaints

to start the day fresh

My arms reach up

Tracing a circle

Around my head

As I greet the sky

That sometimes rewards me

With rays of sunshine 

Pulling clarity down

My hands close in silent 

Prayer

Touching fingertips

To forehead 

Covering my eyes

To open my other senses

As I kneel

And prostrate

Head to earth

So I might ground

My thoughts

I give thanks to those

That came before

Me

And

At last I 

stand tall

Like bamboo

Strong 

Yet 

Supple

Having released

All that kept me chained

I face the day renewed 

A clean slate 

Ready for

What may

Come

Contemplation on the Odu Ogbe Obara

I saw your sock
the one you keep
looking for
You last spotted it
somewhere in your hamper
I happened upon it
as I took my weekly stroll
It's funny the
things I stumble upon
when walking on the moon
I spotted it
in a field of
socks
that stretched
as far as the eye
could see
faded tulips
gently swaying
no two alike
Sometimes old
sometimes new
sometimes cherished
sometimes
just
there
but all
lost
Perhaps you should
take a
walk on the moon
and find
the dreams you've lost
like so many socks
and let yourself
become whole
again