For CGP
Iansã - by Carybé
Lady of the
Winds,
your sword
broke the night in two,
stretching the
pagan clouds
over the
dissolute sky.
Iansan is
spinning her red skirt,
Iansan is
whipping the universe with her long hair.
Tempests
sail,
bleeding
lightning bolts blossom,
a hurricane
creeps across their empty crystal hours,
shattering
it in minutes and seconds.
I admire
you scattering the stars.
Eparre
Iansan!
Odara
Iabany!
I see your
strength piercing the horizon
as they
turn their heads to contemplate
your
tornadoes mocking their doubting hearts.
I see you
were in clad in iron
when the rain
greeted the Orishas.
Queen of
everything,
you clear
their tumultuous sky
with your fiery
liquid eyes.
Queen of
the bolts,
They are
the sons and daughters of Iansan:
don’t cry
for them, don’t cry for me.
Eparre My
Lady!
Raise your
hands and change their unwritten fate
for chaos
is never the end:
they are
here to obey and serve you.
They are
here to understand you are the woman
who walks
between worlds.
Lady of the
Winds,
dance as
your fire burns the sun.
Nigeria is
calling you.
I am
calling you:
Odoya Matamba!
The weather
is dreaming.
Your
butterflies embellished my disheveled hair.
The weather
is fine:
Iansan is
here and her path goes where her heart is.
Eparre
Mother,
ride the fire
and guide them
across the
Chthonic world
for you are
what the Gods conceived
when the
rain sang a lullaby.
Name: Oya, Iansan
Day: Wednesday
Colors: Red, Maroon, Black
Objects/energy embodied in: Wind, Tornadoes, Storms, Brooms, Graveyards, The Market Place
Offering: Eggplant
Goddess Energy: Radical Transformation, Death
Herbs: Myrrh
Spiritual Qualities: Release, Surrender, Dying to the old to embrace the new
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