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Monday, June 15, 2020

New contemplation on the Odu Otura Meji

I am alone
This room is cold
Silence wraps me tightly
Unclear whether my eyes are open
My sight betrays only the darkness that surrounds me
Entombed in a void of my own creation
Screaming and shouting
Harsh obscenities
At no one
I reach deep inside
Move through my throat
Into the recesses of my tangled soul
Desperately clawing my way through the madness until
My hand reaches that flickering light
Pulling frantically upwards
Releasing a beauty
Into the world
So I might
See
I was born
Then I was reborn
Created from broken pieces
Swept up after each bone crushing fall
A mosaic of understanding
Enlightened mind
Clear sight
Alive
I will never be alone
When wisdom is my companion
I was reborn so I can
Live

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