Into the Skin of Europa (series)

Spirit Lantern (Into the Skin of Europa) part 4.

Nadiah awakens by the cool breeze shuddering her skin back into the core of her body. She wonders how long she has been in this summer meadow. As her eyes touch a near by oak, she realizes the season has changed. The tree’s canopy of golden burnt-orange leaves dancing in the new autumn wind.
Everything for the moment seemed silent. Just a faint rustling of the leaves. Even the buzz of the bees she could no longer hear.

As she begins to rise out of the dying grass. Nadiah’s anahata fills with a painful heaviness that pulls her body back down to the ground. Her body is quaking as her chest and throat are closing like a vault.
As her mind tries to reason with her body, it evens slides off balance into suffocating fear.

She starts to let go.
She’s dying.
She knows it.
The lack of oxygen leaves her giddy.
And she believes the warm sensation in her head are her brain’s transmitters shooting and bursting like fireworks; to then sizzle out into cellular ashes. But the warm sensation did not stop in her mind.
It slid down her throat and chest like honey. Then down through her arms to her naval and stretched to her legs. Once it reached her toes, her whole body opened up like a golden champa flower for the sun.
She now not only could breathe fully. She could hear fully.
Her ears absorbed with what sounded like thousands of rapid speaking tongues, until the voices broke into a singular voice like a diving echo.

In confusion she questioned its’ source, “Is it in her?” The voice begins to turn into a hum, then a vivid male’s voice breaks into a lyrical tone,
“Oh Nadiah
Oh Nadiah
Your quivering heart no more
You’re jewel droplets
To this sacred ground
Aqua is your tranquil mind
Oh Nadiah
Oh Nadiah
Your arrival is harmonized
In the highest love of the awe.”

And then there he was appearing like an image on the emulsion of reality.
His dark eyes were deep seats of joy. His face a sculpted masterpiece of cherished time.
And a gentle smile that perished any doubts in her mind.

Without an utterance she knew she was going somewhere with him.
But where she did not know.
She was not afraid as she took his extended hand into her own, hand of crimson.
And like a pure drop in the ripples of sound, he spoke,
” Hello Nadiah.
I am Beara.
I’ll be your guide.”

And as if the earth escaped from the sun, everything grew dark. Except Beara, who glowed like a lantern in the unknown ebony.
And from this magical lantern, a whisper,
“This is trust.”

Poem: Naomi Ruth/ Art: altered by Naomi Ruth & Violet Aveline (peer and loving friend)

 

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Into the Skin of Europa (series)

A Summer’s Hum

Nadiah’s Meadow – Europa Series Part 3. 

As one might bear away,
so far beyond reality
where she waits,
till dawn
with eyes wide awake listening for summer chimes, across
green meadows shimmering,
wildflowers blooming prosperity
from london’s music that fosters heartbeats, to erase aches, in her delicate crimson skin of sorrow.

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Into the Skin of Europa (series)

Skin’s Deceit: Into the Skin of Europa (part 2.)

An image on the oval.                                                                                                                                     A great lack luster view,
That was printed in the memory                                                                                                           Of June.                                                                                                                                                               A stark-white body of an ex-lover;                                                                                                         She really never knew.
A birdsong as an alarm,
For a summer morning.

Nadiah makes the decision not to                                                                                                         Wilt underneath the covers,
And stumbles to the bathroom.
In hopes, that sleep made her                                                                                                               Skin iridescent like a candy wrapper.
Perhaps, even she transformed Into
An ancient siren, with a magical
Sparkling blue-green fin!

But once more she sees that reality
Has won again and, that were her feet
She used to go stare at the same
Old stains.
Thin long reddish lines meet her                                                                                                     Tender blue topaz eyes.
She has to empathize with herself                                                                                                         That she is special.                                                                                                                                             Not being refined like her sisters,                                                                                                 Doesn’t mean she needs to give
Into dusk’s torture.
Where she sleeps with men
That don’t sleep next to her.
And where she pretends that she                                                                                                           Will soon arrive at love.

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