Poetry

A deep breath, on a clear
day, from a great height, when the work is done
Sweet, fresh and free, you are truly in your element

Spirit envelopes you, possesses you and emerges from you
Like a whirling dervish in slow motion

The heavens invite your conversation
As you are at once observed and observing

As your breath forms the link in the chain between inner and outer

As your breath becomes music for the merry dance
between you and your universe

As all the while your breath comes and goes without instruction,
without fuss, without expectation

This dance will continue
Even when the breath has gone.

Open the window, let the light shine through
Behave as normal, life is waiting for you.
Retrieve from the sunshine some blessings and curse
the pain in your eyes for over-exposed hurts.

Open the window, let the fresh air blow through
Behave as normal, life is waiting for you.
Take from the wind, a chance to refresh
Restart, commence to hurtle and rush.

Open the window, let your voice sing out.
Behave a bit different, start with a shout.
Give to the sunshine your bright inner rays
Do your best to show sprightlier ways.

Open the window, climb right out.
Dance like crazy, let rip and freak out.
Go with the wind, help it to whirl
Dazzle and storm, twist and twirl.

Fly and go faster, discover your flow.
Find lots of windows, break glass and show
What comes out when you’re open
Can be shiny and bright.

It can hurt like hell and feel like shite.
But with every unveiling there comes something new
That lets life know you’re not waiting
You are busy being you.

Celia Keenaghan

As I walk into the sea on this November morning,
Rain falling from a grey sky,
I laugh at the waves that are launching their attack on my vulnerability.

I am able for you.
I enjoy your element of shock and surprise.
The seaweed that you smuggle catches and trips me.
And still I laugh.

I choose.
To face you, to be bashed in the face
Or perhaps to joyously overcome and enjoy the lift that you give me.

There are times when hunkering down and letting you wash over me is the thing to do.
Even then, you might decide to send forth another toss or tumble with vigour or with speed.

I know
If I play with you, go with you, trust my self
I will find fuel in those tumbles
And enjoy the ride to shore.

Celia Keenaghan November 2020