YORUBA ORISHA (OYA'S NORTH STAR)

Faded Connection
Peaks reached of silent affection
Now, so many nameless objections
Number one, no heart protection
Stars now in opposite directions
Absence to reach anymore
The winds of chaos slithered under the door
Not less, but more

Don't shadow my lead
Here is where the heart truly needs
Real people believe
Hopes and dreams in words you can taste, you can see

You can feel
Weakened in the height of its interpretation, expressions deemed real

What you see is what the heart gets
Life moves on with no regrets
Lessons learned, wisdom kept
Key has already been twisted, the master lock blocked, refusing to be popped

They say good things come to those who wait
Patiently anticipate
At any given rate
However, the mind is such a terrible thing to waste
Even in life's fragile state
Suspended time is the absence to recreate
Connection to the heart
Where does the essence of conversing positive energy really start

In the eyes of the beholder
Only after eradicating life's tentative boulder
Under the covers
Once emotions have been given to smother
In sweet poetry lines
Degradation thoughts now seizing the mind
Women hanging on to mankind by expressive designs

Traveling worldwide has taught me one thing, okay maybe two
Know your worth in life, your presence as you stand is not always your due
Reaching out with heart and mind, only when blindly felt
Is this the only way in life one must truly connect
People literally come together to share their sacred juice
Even for the ones who play fast and who are footloose
The ones who always claim to have the golden goose

If we look in the mirror, mind is still caged by the torment of being a mental recluse
Product of society's abuse
Allow your mind to relax, connect, reach out
One breath, one voice to scream and silently shout
If you prefer that route
For my creed to be, experience life, I will even throw in a naughty tease

Not asking, or begging, or going down on my knees
Wait, strike the last concept
It's credible when it's dotingly dealt, or should I say, solely felt
Why this beautiful poem
Words given to comfort when blankets in life can no longer keep you warm
When the heart is Heavenly adorned
Or second chances to connect will never be reborn
In this realm we call life, the aura, mind, body and the serene peace of a sacred heart will always move on

For this day, may I rejoice and be glad, and for once, softly toot my own horn
As this Yoruba Goddess' words to mentally adorn

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Oya is the Yoruba Orisha of wind, storms, change, and forward movement. She represents the courage to embrace new paths, the wisdom to release what no longer serves the soul, and the strength to continue the journey toward one's destiny.

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