Shango — the fire that lives within me,
the force that obeys when I breathe deeply.
He is the breath of lightning, the transformation of instinct into conscious passion.
He is creation, movement, the focus of action,
vitality and nobility, a warrior of light,
who has tamed his rage and turned it into clarity.
The rhythm of drums — the pulse of earth, the breath of thunder.
Each sequence of movement — an explosion, a spark, a strike.
Each dance — a death and a rebirth, again and again.
Death of fear.
Death of barriers.
Death of the one I no longer am.
I dance Shango — and in every motion I die,
to be born again — stronger, clearer,
in the flame that does not destroy, but purifies.
This is life and death,
the breath of the cycle,
the fire that leads me home.
He conquered anger to turn it into clarity,
became the balance between strength and wisdom,
between flame and sun, between destruction and love.
Shango is not just a warrior — he is a lover,
the pulse of masculine passion, eroticism, and creativity,
acting out of love — for life, for woman, for the world.
He is the primal impulse, the lightning that shatters form,
the royal sun giving warmth and dignity,
the fire of spirit rising upward — fire of knowledge and purpose.
Speak truth. Act with honor. Fear not the thunder —
for you are the thunder.
Thus beats the heart of Shango — inner fire,
discipline, truth, and passion fused into one axis.
Ulyana Mirta Groffman 
2025

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