Poem: "The Shells That Speak"
This poem came out of the August 3 Poetry Fishbowl. It was inspired and sponsored by marina_bonomi. Featured herein is a traditional form of divination with cowrie shells.
The Shells That Speak
Cowrie shells are sacred to Yemaya,
orisha of the ocean.
Her priestesses throw the shells
onto the blue-and-white cloth
to see what they will say.
Alafia -- four mouths.
The answer is yes, with blessings;
but Alafia can be overzealous,
so throw again to confirm
with Alafia, Ejife,
or Etawa working up to either.
Ejife -- three mouths.
The answer is yes,
and the seeker walks in balance:
challenged yet victorious,
giving and taking.
Etawa -- two mouths.
The answer is maybe,
indeterminate; ask more questions
to clarify the seeker's intent.
But if the two mouths open again,
that is Etawa-Meji:
Do not ask what you already know.
Okana -- one mouth.
The answer is no;
forces work against the seeker,
but diligent effort may bring change for the better.
A single spark shines in the shadows.
Oyekun -- no mouths.
The answer is no,
and the seeker walks in darkness,
out of balance with Spirit and self.
Anyone can put an ear to a seashell
and hear the ocean,
but only one wise in the ways of orisha
can make the shells speak sense.