Paddle boarding

On September 9, 2015September 9, 2015 By Alethea KehasIn PoemsLeave a comment

Paddle boarding

They say Jesus walked on water

but today I am Isis on the Nile

Queen of Ra whose radiant fingers

splay the shadow of form into beautiful

Medusa stirring Poseidon’s passion

into the weightless ecstasy of light

About this poem…I really wanted to include a photograph, but alas I have yet to venture out onto a paddle board with a camera. I was inspired to write this poem while observing the reflection, or rather, absorption of my shadowed form upon the water. The way both the water and the light had captured my form and transformed it, recreating it into a weightless goddess of light. It is quite mesmerizing to watch the play of light and water upon one’s shadow.

The Body Beneath

On September 4, 2015 By Alethea KehasIn Poems2 Comments

The Body Beneath

The words sound like she is falling

apart, but she is coming together. Rebirth

is not measured in months. 9

years ago her body was a volcano

erupting with night to release repression

Dreams dwell in darkness more easily than light

and the voice that calls out to Truth must breach

the cloak that binds. She is a human

awakening through layers, shedding

the heavy garments of deception

while the body beneath blooms light

The Dreamer

On September 1, 2015 By Alethea KehasIn Poems2 Comments

The Dreamer

A self undefined, she follows the moon

pulling the tide into the ocean of her neck

to spill a blue rhythm that caresses the folded

notes of voice

Can you hear her heart song

rising through fear? It is drumming

Truth into a rainbow bridge

climbing scales back to the heights of Self

past clouds that offer rain

to the Sun that gleams

in her belly, now radiant

How can you not see her brilliance?

An Unintentional Gift

On August 31, 2015 By Alethea KehasIn PoemsLeave a comment

An Unintentional Gift

24 hours after you left

my glands began to swell

in a line traced by fingers

my throat was his page

pressed like a vice in anger

5 days later I feel the imprint of words

still waiting for release. Your stitches

triggered memories of suffocation

a girl trapped inside truth

unspoken becomes an unstoppable

force

The Dragonfly’s Song

On August 14, 2015August 14, 2015 By Alethea KehasIn Animal Messengers, Poems2 Comments

The Dragonfly’s Song

A brief life of beauty

by your time, yet

I drink often from the pool of joy

where I lived in the shallows

a colorless nymph

overlooked by most, feared by a few

for my primitive form

I grew used to density

The murky depths

of transformation

requires stillness

the body in stasis

on the outside only

Emergence appears fragile

leaving the old behind takes time

but for those who can wait

magic unfurls in winged

cathedrals to the sun

and the sky opens in a union

of love for all willing to fly

beyond fear

My Lessons on Joy Continue

On August 5, 2015August 5, 2015 By Alethea KehasIn Animal Messengers6 Comments

Each day, the winged beings who grace my gardens, especially in the form of the hummingbird and hummingbird moth, teach me another lesson about joy. I watch humbled and in thrall. I know teachers appear in myriad forms, and I do not take for granted their gifts. Least I forget their daily presence, hummingbirds often appear chirping outside my screen door.

Today was no different, and their lesson on joy brought me to fear, or rather the lack-there-of. Unlike some winged beings, hummingbirds not only drink the nectar of life, they thrive off of it. They do so boldly and fearlessly. Joy, I have learned, does not spring forth from the place of submission. It erupts from the beckoning voice, but also from the beat of wings that refuse to fly away from the nectar of life.

Each day I watch my winged friends dance in the light of their joy. Sometimes they play together, weightless in their airy dance, and sometimes they scold and defend their right to sustain their lives. The hummingbird will chase away an intruder from a flower of life, be it another hummingbird, a bee or a moth, it defends its territory and source of food. There is no giving into fear as it thrives in Joy.

A Return to Self

On August 5, 2015 By Alethea KehasIn Poems2 Comments

A Return to Self

With each inhale

I take my breath back

Mother, I am a daughter

of Earth and the Divine

Source that is Love

Therefore, I am Love

Mother, with each inhale

I take my breath back

and my body becomes

a sacred vessel for Joy

Strength, Truth

and the infinite Beauty

of Love

Mother, with each inhale

I take my breath back

and release your fears

The Face of Joy

On July 18, 2015 By Alethea KehasIn Animal Messengers, Gaia & Elementals, ReflectionsLeave a comment

Have you ever looked Joy in the face and watched her wings break time into infinity?

I have.

Joy stood before me, weightless. Hovering. Her curious eyes, unafraid, staring into mine, but it was I who was held in thrall. A captive of tiny grace too huge for my human mind to fully comprehend.

Pan held the veil aside while Horus kept silent vigil from above, and for one thousand of her heartbeats I let her be, wondering how long she would stay, and when she would return.

July’s Rainbow

On July 15, 2015July 15, 2015 By Alethea KehasIn ReflectionsLeave a comment

I have decided that my favorite season is whatever one is present. Each month brings new gifts for the awakening senses. Even winter’s muddy March into spring and November’s shedding browns serve to unearth a deepening beauty, feeding the sensory appetite of cyclical growth.

Now I find myself in the middle of July, where the air hangs heavy over a landscape of abundance. Spring’s early greens have burst a rainbow of life that overwhelms the senses. Stepping into my garden, I am greeted with the full spectrum of color split into vibrant hues that attract a multitude of buzzing life. When I pause to take it all in, the effect is the intoxication of Nature: A deep breath beside a full-bloom rose. A tuned ear under the apple tree in early morning, its bows laden with song. The spiky silk of growth massaging naked feet. July’s banquet of color bears no rival for opened eyes…

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