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Ode To The River…Ode To Oshun…

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Moody River & Sound – Photo by Toni Roberts

 

   Just took more photos of the river…

   the river and sound have such a hypnotizing pull on me…

season after season

   year after year…

day after day

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Distant Tugboat…Cloudy Sky – Photo by Toni Roberts

 

my son says

but ma…

you keeping on taking the same photo

over and over again…”

   he does not see the subtle changes from photo to photo

from day to day

season to season

the shifting shadows

the shimmering light

seasons marked

by the

absence or presence of sailboats on the sound

 

the stillness or gentle flow of the waters

the tugboat far off in the distance…

the mood of the sky

the shifting shapes of dancing clouds

 

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Oya Blowing Up A Storm Over The Long Island Sound, NYC – Photo by Toni Roberts

 

no…

he does not see the subtle differences

from year to year

for he sees only with eyes

while I see with heart and soul

this river and sound that are kin to me…

this river that has held-rocked-soothed-nourished-and-healed-me

through twenty-four years of

pain

sorrow

loss

agony

and the

deepest-of-soul-stirring

joy...

 

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Storm Clouds Over The Wetlands & Sound – Photo by Toni Roberts

no…

he does not see this

gift-from-the-“GODS”-view

with

   eyes-of-love

  as I do…

for it is

my

life itself

that is

reflected in the waters below…

 

 

Photos and More by Toni Roberts:

http://www.cafepress.com/orishatreasures

http://toniroberts.imagekind.com

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Was This Not…

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Rainy Day Altar – Photo by Toni Roberts

an even more delicious day

   than the sunshine and calm blue skies of yesterday?

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Indoors On A Rainy Day – Photo by Toni Roberts

this

glorious

today

with

noisy splatters of raindrops

and

boisterous winds

intruding upon the

SILENCE

of  my

   SACRED SPACE

blow!

Oya

clear away the debris that clogs the mind and soul

whip up the waters!

cleanse this vessel!

ready it for the

Holy Work

   for which the Soul has come

A Call To All Djembefolas…DrummerWomen!

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Djembefola! DrummerWoman!

Dust off your drum

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Return the Goddess to your altar…

Isis…Mary…Yemaya…

Let our dream of peace, love, health, unity, wholeness..

echo in the beat of the drum

Let our drums reverberate throughout the Land

awakening all of the Mother’s children

from their deep slumber

Let our drums drown out the war cries

soothing the fears of a wounded and frightened humanity

Let the cry of the drum be heard

in far-flung corners of the multiverse

Grandfather blessing my drum...

Grandfather blessing my drum…

Dust off your drum my sister!

Let us Join with our brother-drummers

Let us heal together…

 

 

Ode to Oya…

Blow, Wind, Blow

Clear the land

Sweep away the mental debris

Which clogs my mind

Clear away the poisonous thoughts

The lies and other man-made falsehoods

That fill my consciousness

And direct my actions

Free me, Oya!

Transform my being

That I may dance the dance of Prayer with You

Swaying to the Divine Rhythms of Life

Clear the way, Oya!

Make entrance within

So that I may receive

Our fiery Lover, Chango

Who comes in

Riding

Waves

of

Wind

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