The Assemblage Of The Sages Poem by Kojo Owusu

The pearl of the conclave of sages
Here I come the eternal wanderer to the munificent assemblage
Surpassing all epochs and ages and combating the Kali age
I have performed the rituals and silent oblations are
Are abroad at my restive heart
I have come battling with raging storms of dissention
And the dearth of what great souls search after
I have traversed doom gargoyled by the Icons of dissolution
I have gyrated on the axis travelled by the earth
I have descended with the descent of the deluge
And have finally arrived at where I have passed and re-passed numerous times
Where gems were scatted on the ground for searching hearts
Hidden – aye on the shores of darkness there is light
And precipices show untrodden green-
So in the absence of vision there was the sharp intruding instinct
And here I am at the ancient gathering
Where myths are dissipated in the miasma of growing minds
And transcendental teachings hailed and worshipped
So never again will I falter or stumble
Never again will I descend the depth of death
Here will be my home
The great teachings of the great teachers will be my music
It will be the stern echoing clamor of vitality in my soul
It will be the sonorous serenade that I will linger beneath the shady boughs to listen
It will be the object of my quest that I will embark upon a journey for fulfillment
Eternity that I will seek for on the shores of transience
The essence of life that is imposed by the doom of death
The hill of triumph where I will haunt for more triumphant escapades
So I pay my humble obeisance to you austere denizens
The pleasant narrations of the gods and the goddesses
Of heroes who cascaded on the turmoil of the earth
Of those with super human abilities whose presence on earth is still awe-inspiring
Of the incomparable code of living which has patched the throat of the earth
O Munificent and noble souls accept your servant back who has promised to be an eternal servitor.