Ogun and my lack my gravity

 Ogun came to me in his original physical body venturing.
Silence was his language holding the weight and pain of centuries.
His face blank without expression his skin the blackest.
True understanding of this strange world was his quest.

I passed and waved, the ambition and naivety, the stench of me.
He nodded his head slightly moving at the same pace freely.
Deep roots of his wisdom as if he'd relived this day a thousand times.
These hundred thousand steps he took more sacred than mine.

So much deeper than me, I could read his tapestry of suffering.
Imagining how this God threads himself through destiny.
His way forward is clear I saw his ethereal direction.
While I struggle as if drowning in reflection...

 But there's no water, just a lack of gravity.