when paths were cut into dusty trails and journeys were made
to places beyond the realm of sight.
A time when Orishas ruled the earth
and spirits roamed like demigods
giants peered from hooded rooms
voices echoed in hallowed tones.
Obatala the creator, garments of white like the purest wine.
Ogun the fearsome one, keeper of war, metals and ore.
Sango, clothed in thunder, fury and fire.
Sanpona the Orisha you dared not offend, leaving you a mass of stony bones …
But as my feet swept the ochre in the earth
I heard only her bells like a voice in my head.
Beautiful and strong- goddess of water and song,
giver of life, oshun
a figure in my fantasies of a loving earth.
I heard her lure in the loud chants of her devotees,
I felt her cradling in the soothing melodic mantras.
Oshun, take my heart to yours
sacred waters of a living earth.
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