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
I sit here at my window altar
watching what the weathermen have named:
a hybrid storm…
If I recall correctly,
It was the same time last year
that I sat here at my window altar watching
that freak October 2011 blizzard
drop tons of snow upon the autumn trees…
Is Mother Nature trying to tell us something?
I now watch my beloved river below...swollen…
all traces of the wetlands gone…
submerged below the rapidly rolling waters…
A river on a mission…
Armies of foam-capped wavelets
rushing to some mysterious destination…
hurrying to join Forces with Yemaya…
One thousand Ochuns tearing downriver
to join the waters of Pelham Bay and the Long Island Sound…
to meld with the Mother of the Fishes...
There is work to do…
The Wind, Oya, roars and taunts
as She hurries the foam-capped wavelets along…
There is work to do…work to do…
A leveling of the land…
A returning to the Mother of
those who have gotten quite
beside themselves…
forgetting that they too are spirit and
subject to the
Will of The One…
The Forces of the Feminine are being unleashed
Water...Yin…Yemaya…Ochun
Feminine Power…
Counterbalance…
I am blessed to bear witness to this spectacular,
outrageous performance of
Righteous Anger…
The Great Goddess Orishas: Yemaya, Ochun and Oya…
will no longer be ignored…
It is Wake-Up Time…
Time to wake-up and remember…
A major Heavenly Event is in progress…
happening–as my Teacher, August Gold–would say:
“not to us…but for us…”
Saving us from ourselves…
Teaching us to see the reflection of our own tortured and troubled souls
in the outer storms we witness…
The macro and the micro…
Above and below…
Inner and outer…
A never-ending dance of self-reflection…
A kaleidoscope of self reflecting self…
We’re having a Healing!
A cleansing of the land…
A cleansing of our hearts…
We’re having a Holy Healing!
