Ela L’oro Poem by Cash Onadele

Rising early this morning, I half perched on the aged Iroko,
Looked up at the sky, even read the day’s weather, then relieved my bladder.
Wondering further on to the river, “would it rain or not? ”.
Interrupted by feathered rooster calls, I stopped thence, to resume my daily ablution.

As I knelt to take a lap of water in the cusp of my right hand,
Then, I received a question from the unusual friend,
Asking softly “what is the word? ”.
In response, I sharply retort “Ela l’oro” – is traditionally the word.
Then I meditated, “is that not life at the beginning of time? ” as told?

Wisdom hidden from the simple, even if it needs to be saved.
Cogitating, the word must be the true meaning of ordered events.
Also, this I declared “it’s an expression of the depth of our soulful desires”.
I inquired within as I arrived at the great rocks before the big river
.
Does Ela not command life of creepers of the land and fowls of the air?
Often activating emotions in living things and even celestials.
Ordinate into proper and desirable position all parts for good.
“Ela” - word must be cryptic, to be broken and unveiled.
Verses must be elucidated to common understanding.

May be, for centuries this is the expected toil of man on earth,
To decipher this code and apply it for its dimensional continued existence.
Ela, are you not truly beyond us, inordinate in our reality?