Ifa yesterday, Ifa today, Ifa tomorrow

There are some doors We must walk through alone Open only for an instant Before vanishing One step forward and We become one With everythin...

Alaafia all, A break from the usual poetry to offer up this wonderful review of my book "This poem called life: Contemplations on Odu I...

It's still Out here Lying in the grass Looking up at the night sky Body hurtling through space A million miles an hour Quickly goi...

There is a magic that lives In the space where Survival meets opportunity A spark that when ignited Breathes life into the lifeless Pulling ...

Ritual without theology Is like a Body without a soul

I am adrift on an ocean of thought Trying to find my north In a starless sky Nothing but horizon In every direction I pray the su...

There is no line between Right and wrong Good and bad Love and hate Everything lives somewhere on a Spectrum Actions that seem clear Often f...