Perhaps today I will just sit and watch the river flow…
here in the warmth and safety of my sacred space
watching Ochun flow lazily twenty stories below.
She rolls calmly,
taking her time…
refusing to be rushed by the blustering winds and
that try to hurry her along.
So peacefully she flows…
self-contained joy in motion.
Today I shall just sit and commune with my
Perhaps tomorrow I shall fill these pages with her