By Ochuko Tonukari
I have come again
Through the rivers that meet
I have sailed through ancient times
Into the belly of the bluest fountains
I have found the womb of midnight
In the dreamlike pathway of divine ages
Somewhere through wilderness’ memories
In the morning of another incarnation
A voice from distant lands foretold my destiny
This life I must come
The oracle of the hills have declared it
That my life is full of riddles
Today is a day of enchantment
Chosen to be celebrated in mystic lands
The beauty of rose envied the goddess of Arada
As the irate king smiled in the presence of iridescent beings
Who is this woman of charm and fascination?
Who has captured the king’s heart so?
She is a queen of all worlds
Known by a thousand different names
Her divinity is shown by her persona
and her ability to foretell the future
She is the mother of fortune
The goddess of the land where I come
How can all these endowments be for one woman?
Who has given her such power so?
Who dare question her authority?
Would she show him the darkside of her mercy?
I have heard it oft times
How come I have not seen her once?
Perhaps I should walk beside her into Arada
This goddess of enchantment and bewitchment
What could turn her into a beholder of doom?
So as to walk within her dictates
To follow the director of destinies
Where else I desire to see her
I come to Arada this moment
To see this threshold deity,
This guardian of the sacred and rare times
when higher levels of consciousness may be accessed
by crossing over the boundaries that limit
Some said she was the herald of dawn
and goddess of the fleetingly transient state between night and day
Need I taste of her sacred, mysterious wine
That elixir of life
Said to confer strength and immortality on men
Now I am here at Arada
In the wee hours of another creation morning
eager to see the goddess of my destiny
Like a princess royal, she came
Wearing her majestic diadem
Her name was etched in gold
She should smile to no one but herself
A queen regnant, she seems to know no end of sorrow
As her waiters utter endless rhapsodies of worship
Then she sat on the Golden Stool
With everyone wondering about her knowledge of ettiquette
Would she carry herself with dignity and grace?
Had her apparel overflow with watery magnificence?
Would her words drops sweetness like honeycomb?
Would she grant immortality in her wings of royalty?
Could this turn sour for those who kept the long wait?
Now in the depth of the wide-pathed Earth,
She is fairest among the ageless goddesses
Who unnerves the limbs
and overcomes the mind and wise counsels of all gods
And all of us who came to taste immortality
But of Night we were born Day
Whom she conceived and bore all alone
Equal to her, to cover us on every side
In the evening she gave us a veil of darkness
between the shining atmosphere of the lower air of earth
bringing night to us
With each morn she dispersed night’s mists,
bathing us again in the shining light of rapture
But as the epiphanic goddess of our destinies
She rose up into the sky from Arada at the start of each day
and with her rays of light dispersed the mists of night
She rode in a golden chariot drawn by winged horses,
At times borne aloft by her own pair of wings
Her beauty ravished away to distant lands
And in her joy
She danced like some superannuated hags in horror movies
with no end in either heaven or the nether world
once she took the form of an angel
and tour the whole ethereal Multiverse
to seek for us the source of this Infinity
the sacred water pot in the third hand
like a barren universe fills up with vegetable and animal life
We took different animals and organic shapes
Once she neglected to request eternal youth
We shriveled up by old age and transformed into grasshoppers