Series: My Head Orisha 

Mother of Nine, Guardian of Transformation

Oh, mighty Oyá,
Warrior of the winds,
You dance through the storms,
With strength in your heart,
And courage in your spirit.

In your embrace,
We find the power to face our fears,
To stand tall against the tempest,
And emerge transformed,
Like the dawn after the darkest night.

You, who leads the ‘egun’,
The army of spirits,
Guardians of the passage,
Between this world and the next.
You stand at the gates,
Respecting the sacred balance,
Between birth, death, and rebirth.

With every breath we take,
We honor you, Oyá,
For it is you who whispers life,
Into our very being.
You are the first breath,
And the last,
The fierce protector of our journey.

Teach us, oh divine warrior,
To embrace our true selves,
To wield our strength with grace,
And to face our challenges head-on.
In the eye of the storm,
May we find our center,
And through your wisdom,
May we cultivate confidence,
And a fierce spirit that cannot be broken.

We listen for your lessons,
In the rustle of the leaves,
In the howl of the winds,
In the quiet moments of reflection.
Guide us, Oyá,
As we navigate the challenges ahead,
With your fierce love,
And unwavering protection.

Oh, Ọya-Ìyáńsàn-án,
We honor you,
And carry your strength within us,
As we walk the path of transformation,
Fearless and fierce,
Embracing the storm,
With you by our side.

Journal:

acrylic paint

120 Pages | 60 Sheets

size: 8.3 "x 5.8"