I met God in the jungle.
High in the mountain, deep in the ground, where thermal waters emanate. A euphoric, inharmonious symphony of sound compete for dawn’s first light. Her form and color were magnificent – royal purple.
A village of cherubim,
where many travelers leave their pain with santamaria.
No luxury’s but no locks!
I felt her presence, indeed her power, in the soursop leaf, the tamarind, and the burdock.
On the fourth day she came to me and spake, “What do you wish from me?”
Eternal life, said I
Ah, I see — can you tread the internal flame till dusk?
I can!
truly you shall — partake thee of my flesh!
She began to unmask my pain,
exposing the inflammation.
leaping from my mouth as fire!
A bright arterial red,
followed by continual yellow flames.
My mouth stretched wide, her hand in the deep of my stomach, she clinched and yanked upwards repeatedly with great force, expelling all that was foul.
More pain than I could bear. I pleaded, oh mercy, did I cry, but she purged on – with firmness she commanded, “there is no returning now, you have delighted in the forbidden. From your mouth you defiled, from your mouth you will purge, shhh – hush now, the hours are short, I must continue till my work is complete!”
For 9 hours did we wrestle…
Without warning – to the pit was I thrust, until the number was complete
and then I slept.
Some call her Nirvana, others say Heaven, I call her Usha.
by K. Osei
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