Good Bye

I don’t think that you were very fond of me, but in light of the news I heard this afternoon I feel the need to reach in to my heart and forgive you for any slights imagined or not. 

You did not have an easy life, but I hope that your passage across the veil is peaceful, and that you may find oneness with divinity and reunion with those who have gone before.

Blessed be.

Lightning inspiration

Bone white flash that turns gloom to short lived blaze of noon.
On its heels rolls the distant sound of your husband’s drums.
Cold is the wind that lifts and shifts and sends leaves and dust
scurrying like living things across my path and snaring in my hair.
Black rolling clouds unleash sudden rain
that whirling wind makes harsh and stinging.

Bone white flash of your sharp light - now
Chango’s drums roar in time with your dark dance.
I, drenched in your stinging blessing rain,
fear looking to the heavens and seeing your whirling black skirts.

Bone white flash illuminates your garden of tombs.
Oya I am yours.