I AM...ber Light

Maybe I'm favored. Maybe the faint taste of ripe berries on my tongue suggests my connection with the divine. You called me here. And HERE I AM. With all my shrouded glory and impeccable flaws--I answered the call. And came. I vaguely recall the ritual--while some details have escaped me. The white linens about my waist, the warmth of the sand...the cool laps of sweet water between my toes.

The moon above. The stars' quiet compliance. And still reverance.

The smell of fragrant oils Kendada anointed my temples with. The loud drums and the calls to the WILD. We came to the land to meet and be merry. And somehow we lost our way. You called me here to remind me of the purpose...to remind me of the CALL. All about me are whispers of vanity and ruinous devotions to absurd gods. You have called me here to allow me an opportunity to drink with the REAL gods...and dance with them...and feast with them...and swim with the...gods.

And I've awakened. With stones and sand and sticks and dunes and amber light all around me.

In a stupor of Oshun's delight. And I'm swell. Swell, I AM.