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The Egun and The Seer
From the land of the ancestors, a call
to the chosen one of this generation,
deciphering a must, the messages they recall
powerless to deny the Egun’s dilation.
They wail and whisper, their wants will not wait,
their existence entraps them on this living plane,
business unfinished, robbed by fate,
they seek one who can speak their warnings or pain.
Time is irrelevant to the Egun, already finite,
come and go as they please, with demands to be met,
a seer has no choice but to hear their plight ,
yet darker entities a curse on the seer they beset.
“Get thee behind me unclean spirit,
torment me not, my light you shall not have.”
“I am guardian of the Egun, heir to their insight,
keeper of secrets and facilitator of their afterlife.”
They warn of ill intentions and harm,
of good fortunes and births to come,
they prophesied what the year will bring
and how to change ill tidings with offerings.
Let us not be too modern and forget,
that our ancestors are the undeniable reason
we enjoy the lives we live and covet,
they paved the way for us, to have our season.
Gypsy red
*Egun - the ancestors/dead
to the chosen one of this generation,
deciphering a must, the messages they recall
powerless to deny the Egun’s dilation.
They wail and whisper, their wants will not wait,
their existence entraps them on this living plane,
business unfinished, robbed by fate,
they seek one who can speak their warnings or pain.
Time is irrelevant to the Egun, already finite,
come and go as they please, with demands to be met,
a seer has no choice but to hear their plight ,
yet darker entities a curse on the seer they beset.
“Get thee behind me unclean spirit,
torment me not, my light you shall not have.”
“I am guardian of the Egun, heir to their insight,
keeper of secrets and facilitator of their afterlife.”
They warn of ill intentions and harm,
of good fortunes and births to come,
they prophesied what the year will bring
and how to change ill tidings with offerings.
Let us not be too modern and forget,
that our ancestors are the undeniable reason
we enjoy the lives we live and covet,
they paved the way for us, to have our season.
Gypsy red
*Egun - the ancestors/dead
Published 16th Jul 2012
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Anonymous
16th Jul 2012 9:46pm
True in many ways, Red Gypsy....I am thankful.
Nicely done!
Strider :)
Nicely done!
Strider :)
16th Jul 2012 10:33pm
Then you are a rare breed indeed friend Strider, In our modern day rush we forget to give thanks. Glad you liked this piece.Thanks for the comment.
16th Jul 2012 10:41pm
This is magnificent...my sister purs libations to the anscestors ecery morning!
Love this
Love this
Then my dear, ache! for you and her. So glad you liked it, thanks for the comment.
16th Jul 2012 11:28pm
Very true, our ancestors did pave the way and we would not even be here if it were not for them.
Excellent write.
Excellent write.
17th Jul 2012 00:47am
Yes maam the truth universal, thanks for the great comment and for stopping by to read my piece.
17th Jul 2012 8:29pm
17th Jul 2012 8:59pm
I am glad Luv that I can create something that gives you pleasure, thank you so much.
