At first I was confused.
And then I was moved.
The thought floating through my dreamscape was that Olodumare gave us our senses that we might perceive him/her. Simple as that.
And when I thought about it, it was perfect. Olodumare, God, the Creator.... takes no human form. It's not about physical appearances but how we experience the divine spirit that flows through all things.
Beholding a spectacular sunset that leaves you profoundly thankful....
Feeling a soft breeze on your skin, while simultaneously hearing it rush between tree leaves....
Seeing the sunlight filter through grass, delicately.
The sound of the ocean waves,
the chirp of young birds,
the laughter of children.
The way the river courses over stones, slate and tan,
paper-thin filaments of ice stretching across a window pane.
Gently curling wisps of incense smoke rising ever upward.
The bright reds, oranges, blues, and whites of fire dancing,
piercing the velvet blackness of a dark night.
The scent of rain falling on dusty earth,
and on and on and on.......