Tuesday, March 21, 2023

SONG OF OLODUMARE

 In my eyes I wear the distance between

the Earth and the Oort Clouds


I sail at the back of Halley Comet and taunt

a billion quivering quasars as I pass them by


I dive through a black hole a zillion years 

and surface at the backyard of a trillion stars

my journey undone


Who am I to question the infinite blackness

of the eye of the universe that gulps up the

endless white a thousand time and still 

remains impregnably dark? so dark the sun 

cannot strike a lining on its surface


I began my journey before your birth

Oh Milky Way when the universe was a 

million desolate babels in the cauldrons 

of melting seas whirlwinding dust and 

fuming gasses


I'm still abroad all at the finger tip of 

Olodumare my exploration ever undone


OLODU - I am still ranging, will I ever arrive 

the frontiers of this infinitives?


I have sailed  a trillion years and still 

counting and missed my way a million times

in a single alleyway of yours and still

questing


When will I come to the end of this beam of 

light lamp lit at the door of just a single

restroom of that alleyway were there an end

to your endlessness?


Would I ever find the answers to my endless

puzzles of your endlessness wonderment?


I, a whiff of dust, a pint of water, a spark of

flame, a puff of air, congealed into this tiny

tadpole waving my brittle tail every time I'm

given the chance to dance like a bubble in 

seafoam, a single bubble in the seafoam


Who am I to walk the length of your eyes, 

the breadth of your iris and the forever ever 

expanding perimeters of your KUN FA 

YAKUN that encodes all there is, all there has

ever been and all that shall be?


Can a tadpole walk the length of this sea and

survive to bray a eureka?


Let me just but count the blessing of being a 

witness to this aftermath of  LET THERE BE

LIGHT


In this infinitesimal stretch of this endless 

halo between the Cup of Your Hand and get 

lost somewhere in the pouch where all

humanity and the fauna and flora of this 

Earth fit just like a stick of match, just like a s

stick of match




*Olodumare : Yoruba name for the Supreme 

God

(C) Kamarudeen Mustapha 

All rights reserved.





EVERYDAY WE RISE

 Everyday we rise

We step on our graves spread

Away beneath our feet

The sun grows

Our shadows grow with it

The sun sets

Our shadows set with it 

Until consumed by the twilight

And the shroud of dead pan dark

Of the night covers us

Till the second day

When we, may rise

            Oblivious of our graves spread away

            Beneath our feet

            Oblivious of God behind the dome

            Over our heads

            Oblivious of our shadows

            Mimicking our every act

            Oblivious of our days

            Like carrots in the mouth of time

            Oblivious of everything

            Except the vanity of our hearts


(C) Kamarudeen Mustapha

All rights reserved