Unlock Ọlọrun
Anu ~ high sky 𒀭𒀀𒉡
Enlil ~ storm cry 𒀭𒂗𒆤
Enki ~ deep well 𒀭𒂗𒆠
Ra ~ sun’s spell 𒊑𒅀
Isis ~ the call 𓇋𓏏𓊖
Osiris ~ the fall 𓇳𓏏𓊖
Marduk ~ the king 𒀭𒀫𒌓
Ishtar ~ the sting 𒀭𒀀𒋾𒀀𒈾
Zeus ~ the thunder Ζεύς
Hera ~ the order Ἥρη
Jove ~ high throne Iūpiter
Mārs ~ the stone
Venus ~ the face ˈwɛnʊs
Athena ~ the wise 𐀀𐀲𐀙𐀡𐀴𐀛𐀊
Ahura ~ the flame 𐬀𐬵𐬎𐬭𐬀
Yahweh ~ the Name 𐤉𐤄𐤅𐤄
Brahma ~ the dream ब्रह्मा
Vishnu ~ the preserve विष्णु
Shiva ~ the stream शिव
Buddha ~ the peace बुध्
Allah ~ the will الله
The final seal.
Dharma’s lease,
Time hangs still
But in this long and
wonderful song,
one voice muted,
a story undone.
Why hear no name
Ọlọrun?
Heaven withholds
your secret.
Mortals speak,
yet fail to hear,
the fire burning
in silent night.
History whitewashed,
name struck out —
praise diminished,
a narrative erased.
Yet in the heart,
and in Yoruba art,
we sense the aura,
a primal flame.
Africa’s face,
its nose shot off,
a founding grace,
but lofty spirit.
As all the names are
recited in twilight:
Ọlọrun’s ray —
is exact same Light.
“Until the lion tells the story, the hunter will always be the hero.” — African Proverb