Poem: Initiation

The mark of Initiation is upon me.
It canot be undone.
An Orisha Priest
threw his Holy Pots
into a Lake; Gave Up.
When years had passed
he returned to his Tribe
asking again
for Initiation.

The High-Priests conferred
They all agreed:
Initiation cannot be undone.
Once done,
you are changed.
That is real.
That is permenant.

I am initiated.

Whether I choose to acknowledge it
or not.

This fact is confusing
I don't know what it means.

But I feel the spirits of Earth.
They know me
as I am.

Things are never
what they appear.