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Thursday, June 20, 2019

Contemplation on the odu Obara Iwori

Deep within us
Lies a shared river of memories
Flowing across generations
Feeding our thoughts
Fueling our emotions
Nourishing our soul
A torrential outpouring of experiences
Sprung from a single source
Growing as it moves through time
We inhabit the tributaries
Sometimes flowing freely
Other times stagnant
We must learn to swim
Read the ebbs and flows
That make up our home
Or be left to drown
We are the river
It runs forever in our veins

Wednesday, June 12, 2019

Contemplation on the Odu Oshe Ogbe

I saw it
That light in your eyes
I saw it flash so brightly
The whole room was
Blinded
It’s quite magnificent
Like a midsummer rain
Washing over everyone
Drenched in you
I could not help myself
I had to paint a picture
Of your night sky
A voyager enchanted with
Stars so clear I could
Reach out and touch them
I hope to see them again
But even if I don’t
I still have this painting
Of you

Wednesday, June 5, 2019

How to greet a priest in the Lucumi / Santeria tradition


I posted this in response to question on facebook, but realized it should really be stand alone. In the lucumi/santeria community, aleyos always greet Santeros/as with the greeting "Benedicion" (blessings in spanish) and if an informal setting, they cross their arms and touch each shoulder to the priest's opposite shoulder. In a formal setting, you would dobale (or prostrate yourself on the ground). If you have a male Orisa as your guardian Orisa, you lie face down in front of them, if a female, you first lie on your right side, then on your left (arm supporting head) as they touch your shoulders and say their blessing. If you don't know who "owns" your head, it's assumed to be Obatala and you do the male prostration. 

Younger priests usually greet elder priests with that same "Bendicion".  Aleyos and santeros/as greet babalawos by saying "Iboru Iboya Iboshishe" or the Yoruba language version "aboru aboye aboshishe" and touch the floor with their left fingers. Iboru Iboye Iboshishe and Aboru Aboye Aboshishe are the same (different pronounciations), and the mean "May ebo (offerings) reach heaven, may ebo be accepted, may what ebo was made for come to pass"

The response made by santeros/as or babalawos who are greeted is "A wa wato" or in Yoruba "Ogbo ato".  Awa wato and Ogbo ato are really the same thing and mean essentially "may you have long life". Babalawos who are from a Nigerian (not afro-cuban) lineage may go a bit longer and say "Ogbo ato isuri iwori wofun", which means many you have long life with the blessing of the odu Iwori Wofun" That particular Odu is Iwori Ofun and is famous for turning war into peace.

I hope that is helpful for the beginners in this tradition.

Tuesday, May 28, 2019

Contemplation on the Odu Odi Meji

As comforting as religious ritual is
It is simply the codification of
Something that helps us
Commune with God
To say that there is only one way
Or that the path remains immutable
Is sheer lunacy
Life has only one constant

Change

As the world around us
Evolves
We must not allow ourselves
To become stagnant
Like the still pond
Unchanged rituals and ideas
Breed disease
The moving river always
Finds it’s way to the

Sea 

Friday, May 24, 2019

Contemplation on the secret of Ofun Meji (eeepa odu)

I was told
To dance for joy
To give praises to God
Years passed and I felt nothing
Perhaps God did not answer because
I was not using the right name
I had to look deep within
To realize I needed
To find my own
Secret name
For God
It finally worked
So I must take my leave
I’m meeting a good friend for tea

Monday, May 13, 2019

Contemplation on the Odu Otura Okanran

Your eyes
Haunting pockets of ice
Hide the glacier underneath
A siren bewitching the simple
Hearts of men
I dislike that I have
Fallen under your spell
That I know under
Different circumstance you would have
Passed me by without a second look
Or even a first
Yet still I yearn
I’m trying not to judge
We are who we are
What saddens me is seeing the
Fissures in my own character that let me feel
Less than
I know the greatest wisdom sometimes lies
In the torn pages of forgotten books
That as the colors fade
The words remain
Revealing their true worth
Perhaps it is I that will haunt you
Perhaps I give myself too much credit
In the end
When we shed our skins
All that will be left are the words of a few
Lucky souls
Until even those become
Stardust

Tuesday, April 30, 2019

More Contemplations on odu Ifa Ogunda Irete

Be careful
Not to loose yourself
In an ideological fog of your
Own making
Shake out your rigid mind
Free yourself from the shackles of knowledge
Drink the wine of intuition
Until so drunk you stumble into
Truth