Orishas are sacred spirits
Native to the Yoruba people
They flow with the energy of ancestors
Offering strength to those willing to believe
Born amidst a thunderstorm
Shango’s powers were potent
Controlling thunder, lightning, and fire
Becoming a sacred master of desire
The middle passage was a holocaust
But sacred spirit survived the carnage
Our organic traditions remained deeply rooted
Orishas trasmuted into spirituals of the cotton fields
This potent and powerful king
In death a god of salvation
He executed swift divine justice
Seeking cosmic order and liberation
A god of virility
He radiates phallic potency
Unleashing orgasmic power
Drums fueling rhythm and frequencies
These spiritual waters have been hidden
Transcendent traits of many faiths obscured
Our dominant culture blind to ancient wisdom
Dependent on our subordination to hierarchy
Shango integrates the shadow
The parts that are shackled in shame
Panafrican powers rise to his name
We have nothing to lose but our chains
This tradition conjures metaphysical power
Mastering intention and alchemy
Lightning a fierce force of electricity
Fire amplifying spiritual energy
Shango embodied archetypes
Warrior and lover–dancer and revolutionary
His power radiates through our diaspora
His energy and insight visionary
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art by @RobotCleopatra on X
–BYPO PHOENIX c02025
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