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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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I’ve Found My Rhythm…

I’ve found my beat

One day out…

The next day in…

One day in the world with its

cares and tears…

The next day…

For me…

My body…my mind…my heart…my soul…

My healing

One hour out followed by one hour in…alone…

quiet…still…connected to

My Source of  being…

One moment out–the next in

One with Life…Self…God

out in out in out in out in out in out in...

Like my very breath…

I’ve found my rhythm

I’ve found my beat…

Filled With Something Grand…

I am filled with something so grand

I cannot put a name to it

More splendid than a rainbow

A joy embedded so deeply

Within my heart…

Within my being…

Radiating throughout my body

And as it passes through me

It leaves in its wake

A rush of deep gratitude…

A love that spills from my eyes…

I send it to you

Do you feel it?

Right there…radiating from your heart

Pass it on…

A Conversation with Disease


    A Conversation with Disease

A very dear friend of mine has been suffering from a very painful, increasingly debilitating disease for many, many years now. We talked on the telephone earlier today and after we hung up, I was struck by how creaky and unstable her voice sounded. I could no longer hear or feel any power behind it. Has she given her power to the disease I thought—thinking about how much of her conversation these days is filled with talk about the disease and its effect on her body and life—and now she and the disease appeared to be locked in a battle for both.

It has been my personal experience that disease thrives on attention and negative energies such as anger and hatred—as in the emotions generated with an action or even a thought such as: I’m going to kill you. The disease most often will dig in deeper with: Oh, yeah, just try it and see who wins this battle, you jerk.

I then imagined myself, in her stead, in conversation with her disease and asked of it: What do you want of me? Why are you here? Who created you? The floodgate opened:

You’re the one who created me. You’re the one who can’t face the shadow aspects of your own psyche; those qualities within self that one projects onto the other. Yeah, you loved me, nurtured me, pampered and babied me until I grew up. Now that I have power of my own and am just beginning to enjoy this life you gave me, you want to get rid of me. Well, fat chance. I don’t care how many chemicals you pour into your body to poison and kill me. I’m stronger than any of them. They cannot create that garbage fast enough in their labs; and whatever they come up with, I’ll beat the crap out of it. And any traces that are left alive will turn around and kill your organs, tissues, cells…right down to your DNA. You cannot beat me in battle.

 There is one way, however, that you can uncreate me. And I am so sure you’re not going to do it—can’t do it—that I’m going to come right out and tell you how:

  All you have to do is own that part of yourself, the existence of which—you are unaware.

And that’s what my friend’s disease said to me when I began to question it in her stead.

Through My Camera’s Eye

same view...many ways of seeing...

could let it swirl...like the swirling madness of my mind...on occasion...

or other distorted views of reality that I sometimes take for truth...

Like when I see that star above the buildings blinking a secret message that only I can understand

a moment of peace...peace...blessed peace...

peace from another angle is still peace...

Grandfather and I--just a' chillin'

Grandfather, Sacred Messenger of the Ancestors, greets you.

"As above so below."

My man, Marley, sends greetings from the Great Beyond!

Angel Goddess of the altar ignites your heart with Love.

Tambien te ofrece Amor, ella que guarda la ventana.

Remembering 911

rising...rising...

Remembering 911

The telephone rang. It was my daughter-in-law calling from Atlanta, GA.

“What’s happening with you people in New York? Turn on the television,” she screamed before slamming the telephone down in my ear.

What was she talking about!? And why was she waking me up so early in the morning!!

I too, was shocked, dazed, numbed, frightened beyond belief as I turned on the television and watched the twin towers slowly crumble before my unbelieving eyes.

I have done a lot of remembering in the ensuing ten years.

I remember what the bible says: …as ye sow so shall ye reap…vengeance is mine sayeth the Lord…turn the other cheek…

I remember the invasion of the tiny island of Granada by U.S. Forces in violation of international law and our own treaties…

I remember the $43 million plus humanitarian aid given by the U.S. to the Taliban in early 2001…despite common knowledge that they were giving sanctuary to al-Qaeda…

I remember the wholesale slaughter of the Native American peoples during the European conquest of these lands we now claim as our own…

I remember the murders and enslavement of millions of African peoples here in these United States…

I remember the Tuskegee experiments…

I remember Hiroshima and Nagasaki

I remember the hundreds of innocent, unarmed Black and Latino youths harassed, strip-searched and even murdered each year by U.S. Law Enforcement…

I remember that the U.S.A. has the highest documented incarceration rate in the world…

I remember that there was a relationship between the Bush family and the royal Saudi family of whom Bin Laden was a member…

I remember how he, Bin Laden, hid in plain sight for ten years

I remember that long before the illegal post-911, invasion of Iraq—carried out under false pretenses and taking full advantage of post-911 fear—Saddam Hussein was our “friend.” In fact it was U.S. financial and other assistance from the Bush administration that helped build Hussein into the power he became

I remember that an eye for an eye leaves both of us blind

And finally, in all this remembering, I remember that TRUTH lies beneath the surface of what we perceive…

I could go on and on with this remembering but what good does it serve, really? Better, perhaps, I, and the rest of the good people of this nation take a short pause from our smart phones and I Pads and Notebooks and reality shows and addictive shopping (although Bush did advise us to soothe our troubled post-911 hearts with some good old-fashioned American consumerism!) for a bit of self-examination. For it is only through self-examination that we, individually and collectively, gain an inkling of Knowledge and Understanding of who and why we are.

We might also best remember that there is no substitute for self-examination when seeking to understand why and how such a bad thing could happen to such a “good nation.” We might remember that nothing happens—just out of the blue—to anyone. We, indeed, create our own realities and experiences individually and collectively, as a nation. And as Malcolm X so astutely observed—before his mouth was permanently shut—chickens will come home to roost!

No doubt what happened on 911 was an evil deed wrought upon us by evil men. But let us remember also that war and death by mass murder is evil and unjustifiable regardless of who the perpetrator is—we or they.

And so, on this day of re-membering, I send forth a prayer of hope that one day all of us—the family of humanity—will awaken to the reality of our oneness of being and that peace and goodwill will reign on earth forever and ever

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