CrossRoads

[GoddessofLight]

Meet me at the crossroads
where dreams are stitched
together in midnight indigo seams.
Where Legba appears
partaking of prayers and
palm oil,
Sacrosanct yet surreptious
to marry soul to goal
turning potentials into credentials.

Meet me at the crossroads
where Anansi is not
anachronism
but analogy to live by,
a riddled response to the
question,
a living breathing
waking
walking
working
wisdom
...revealed in
folktale
the ancient answer to
life's most puzzling contradictions.

Meet me at the crossroads
where thought and manifestation intertwine,
Hear aptitude in action chant
prayers to Eshu who
works miracles to
make maybe a reality.
Watch talent become prodigy,
witness practice and determination,
carved by inspiration
and divinely generated
genius becomes the finished

product for everyone to see.

Meet me at the crossroads way down deep in theDelta at the junction of Highways One and Eight, where that old Blues man Robert Johnson cried out to Legba
and invoked the glory of his fate.

Or Better Yet
Meet me in Clarksdale Mississippi
at the intersection
of highways 61 and 49
where the earth unveils
its magic
consecrated
with rum,
intercessions
and intent.
Its aura radiating the power of
the ritual made habitual through
repetition and time.
Don't be surprised at who comes
there, whispering prayers to
Legba in the Cobalt of Midnight
Their incantation and supplications enshrined
in African aphorisms.
These crossroads,
visited by
Louis Armstrong
Bessie Smith
Alberta Hunter
John Lee Hooker
Your Great Great
beyond Great Grandparents too
Shape shifting in the shadows,
adding Ashe to your
libation,
Lauding Legba
to lift your aspirations
to realization.

Meet me at the crossroads
and don't be afraid!
The only demons at
midnight are echoes of white hoods
gowned in hate,
a disembodied apprehension of those who criminally coerced you into giving your back to your ancestral traditions, the wellspring of your strength.
See them
gripping torches of
terror, burning the cross-road
symbol of your power,
masquerading as an effigy
of their god...
a stolen and weak
apparition of Ausar..
There are no deals
with the devil made
in this sacred place,
only dates with destiny
and Olodumare's affirming smile
shining as stars in space.

Meet me at the
CrossRoads…ASHE

©Osunyoyin Alake