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

Contemplation on the Odu Oyekun Meji

If I could bend 

time

I would bend it

backwards

to capture that first 

moment

like fireflies in a 

bottle

that I could carry with
me 

so bright that 

whenever

i found myself in the 

shadows

I could pull them 

out

and break through the

darkness

illuminating my path

forward

When those days

come

and you know they

will

remember to close your

eyes

and when all seems

dark

pull out your

bottle

and let the fireflies of your

life

shine

--- Created while listening to "Awake my soul" - Mumford and sons https://soundcloud.com/courtneynicolebruner/mumford-sons-awake-my-soul  2SB