I went to speak with her last night. A perfect night. A warm and windy night. I approached the steps of her home. There she moved, in front of me. Divine. Glorious. Dancing. Naked and wild under the new moon. I smiled. She noticed. I approached lovingly. Respectfully. She tickled my feet with cool fingers….
Tag: Yemaya
Aspects of Divinity and Man
There he stands. Dressed in red and white. He is black and strong. A warrior. He walks, unmarked, through the flame, he beats the drum. Virile. Lover and protector is he. Disguised as a woman, fair skinned, holy, sainted. He lives on. She is with him. Hips swaying. She moves. Dancing. Dancing to his drums….