Immortal Thoughts

E. R. Smith, 2018

Immortal  Thoughts

Ponder cutting off parts of me, 45 degree angle

Open self to the source, pruned to the core

Root in the soil thirsty, lusty, newfangled

Seizing onto a boiling sphere for energy

Instinct only, drinking in elements

Shedding, healing, regenerating reverie

Everlasting, now united with liquid alloy

Young endlessly with the seasons, evergreen

 

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The Root of Wisdom: A Tanka

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pray, work, clean, love, truth

elders educate the young

fierce, hard, well, deep, tough

adjectives add to the first

blood roots,  wise ancient beings

Immerse and Heal

“Refreshing the baptismal promise, tightening God’s reign”

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Incense the sage bush

Man give homage

My Lord, I am grateful!

Evil is banished,  with His breath

Refreshing the baptismal promise, tightening God’s reign

Soak in herbal baths, hierba buena, albahaca, cascarilla, agua bendita

Engage mind, body, and soul in worship

The Life and Times of Love

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Radha the Goddess of Love

 

Love was born with space and time

Fire forged, spiritually divine

Love resides behind eyes, focuses gaze

Assuring, always

Love holds on until the tear of tides released

Until requited knows no peace

Love sees no infirmity, wrinkle, lines

When winds grow cold love pines

Love is strongest when challenged by death

Battles relentlessly until ousting its breath

So Love is forever, sees all possibility

Of expanding itself into infinity

Loving rare lovers hard to find

More than skin to skin intertwined

Love as a deity has a legion of names

Infinitely revered, in all cultures claimed

Oshun: Golden Yellow is Her Flare

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Image shows Oshun and gifts attributed to her.

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Yellow for my mother; she wears it in her hair,

wound in lusterus coils

Golden woven silk is draped on cinnamon skin so bare,

and richly oiled

Seated beneath the waterfall legs outstretched on an ancient crocodile,

she teases

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Peacock feathered fan in hand she smiles at what she knows, and

 what she pleases

Yellow glows, the buzzing bees, her messengers,

dancing on the sweetest blooms sipping nectar

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Amber the honey, an elixir,

taste it first if you respect her

Gold the bangles forged by Ogun,

making music of her hands and feet

Flaxen sails of faithful ships,

 La Caridad blesses her fleet

Give us fresh water, Yalodde Yeyé Kari! Yeyeo! Omoriyeyeo,

that we may be refreshed

Five yellow sunflowers, a pumpkin, a yam,

to repay our debt

Mama Yeye with golden jeweled mirror in hand,

to take in her elegance

Preparing to party, saffron hued perfume sweetens air,

Gatherers praise her eloquence

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Young devotee in initiation dress.

 Mama Yeye,

Smile on me, send me your gifts, and love

Mother is known for her charity, and defense of us,

from above

 

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