AGBARA

The ever changing goddess
Thats sits atop her coral throne
Grandmother of Cameleons
I salute you
Oh mother of time
The mysteries we hide
are the thunderings of your court rooms
Our mountains echo your flutterings
Our mortal life ends and your life
continues forever
"Agbara"
You hang your hair on the mountains
combing the streams that run down your shoulders
We have lost track and time
in search of thee;
For your life is everywhere
"You are the fertility"
The conciever
The evolving beauty
that smiles at me with many faces
You paint the sky
with your laughter
Throwing stars and suns into the dark night
Three moons ago
i beheld you
Tearing the sky apart
calling sons and souls
Planting lightenings on their palms
Telling them
Go thence, fight and win
I saw you
Watering your gardens in the Sahara
I blushed at the site of sand
You said
son! what seekest thou?
" I seek thee oh mother of time"
You told me to go for there was nothing to seek
For a man seeks not things he can see
"What doest thee in the desert with flowers?"
You answered in solemn tones
" This is you, doing impossible things"