OYA
Oriki Oya------Praising the Spirit of the Wind
The Winds of Earth and Heaven bring me good fortune
Praise to the Mother of Nine,
The Winds of Earth and Heaven bring me well being,
Praise to the Spirit of the Wind,
The Winds of Earth and Heaven are wondrous,
May there always be a Mother of Nine, Ase. So be it.
Love is like a pineapple,
sweet and undefinable.
What Love Is Like- Piet Hein.
I would like to be the air that inhibits you for a moment only.
I would like to be that unnoticed and necessary.
Margaret Atwood.
At first she was simply an Orisha that traveled within the waters of heaven. She manipulated and allowed water to move. But she was strong and knew she could be more and wanted more. Hailing the call of life below, she tore herself away to roam the Earth as the free wind. She grew stronger and more powerful, controlling wind, hurricanes and tornadoes as her weapon. She became the gatekeeper of the underworld. Tasked with keeping all demons and evil within its realm.
When Shango the God of Lighting and Fire came to her, Theirs seemed like a union blessed by fate. He is all about power and pleasure.
He teaches her to love. Makes her open the underworld passage and create a place for dead humans. This is where the ancestors come to and remain to watch over their loved ones. It is where all who die must pass through before their fate for the afterlife is decided.
In the beginning she believed his love for her would last forever.
They fought alongside one another. She was his warrior lover.
I love you so much that nothing can matter to me-
not even you....only my love....not your answer
Not even your indifference.
Ayn Rand, The Fountainhead.
They worked together, their powers complimenting one another. He cast fire and she sent the wind to fan the flames.
She brought forth water from the heavens to quench any exceeding fires from his lightening.
He roared and electrified, but it was she who controlled the rains and storms in which they traveled to their battles.
They were Gods! Meant to live forever. And as such love forever. Unfortunately no one told him that love is forever.
For his love is fickle and fades at the sight of the newest thing. He chose another to love. The youngest of the female Orishas.
Oshun the temptress, the femme fatale, the one who will bare him a child. The pain is excruciating, it is nothing she has ever felt. Even the rip from the waters of heaven did not hurt as much.
And so as it usually is even for immortals, in pain is the time we are all vulnerable. This is the time she will make a wrong choice.
Even worse than loving him.
You've taken over me, I'm no longer.
I'm lost, and slowly my hope fades.
Haunted by ghouls of my past.
With voices in my head, that belong to me?
Addicted to you, Stanza 4, CasMia.
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