out of one, the many!
all the waycame òrìşànla who is
from heaven down…
ọbatala, divine artificer,
sent by olódùmaré,
most puissant love supreme;
soul lover & great mystery.
a holy charge to keep had he:
to make
something out of nothing,
a way out of no way;
solid earth from waters
pristine & primordial;
to make
human heads & bodies;
vessels fit to receive the òrìşà;
a forested, fertile land for germ,
cell, tissue & offspring
all the wayhe came
from heaven down…
descending down a chain;
bearing pieces of
cold iron,
prurient
palm
kernels
slick with shea butter;
the shell of a snail–
whose cochlear
chambers choked
with golden ratios of unworldly dirt–
&
a five-toed hen.
alas blessed òrìşànla ,
maker of human beings, proved
human all too human;
got ungodly drunk on sap
lovingly tapped from the
palm tree;
a palmwine drinkard
was he–
his charge unkept;
his needful duty left undone.
all the way
from heaven down…
came oduduwa–
he who reveals
the knowledge
of character–
came looking for òrìşànla ;
found him drunk.
took up his charge;
took up his snail shell &
poured that first oblation;
poured that mite of dirt
upon those uncorrupted waters;
placed he that cold iron
in the midst of that dirt
& set that five-toed hen
a' scratchin'!
scratched until
the dirt spread across the waters;
scratched until
the dirt, abetted by depositional
forces,
morphed into sedimentary layers,
metamorphic rock & volcanic flows
into the thirteen hamlets of ile ife–
the nurturing forests
of ọlọrun's forgiveness;
the arboreal shrine
of òrìşànla 's expiation,
where he redeemed himself by
fashioning original man;
sacred ancestral home
of the sixteen sons of oduduwa;
mystical matrix of ifa;
transmudane metaphor
for the ineffable one.
out of whom came many
fissioning progeny.
more than the shades of gray
'tween black & white;
more than a thousand singing tongues
or ten thousand
hues & shades of divinity
scintillating sparks coalescing,
breaking apart & forming again into
ever grander versions of
exotically human worship forms
with exotic spirit names:
vodou
candomble
lukumi
palo mayombe
gris gris
umbanda
macumba
obeah
juju
rastafari & millions more –
reaching the sacred number of
the spirit paths of every
soul
who ever has or ever will
walk the earth.
©Joseph McNair; 2009
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