Aletheia - Jillian Aversa

One yearning, one infancy

Trembling softly from the edges to the core

We emerge from a grave of churning seas

Knowing nothing of the world that came before

Aletheia

From birth, we are blinded

It’s real;

it’s raw

The dream is to find it…

Aeries, aeidō, aeidō

(For the air, I sing, I sing,)

Aphanē o psūkhē, para ego

(For the unseen spirit beyond myself,)

Eirene zēto

(For the pursuit of harmony,)

Anemos antiphone

(For the wind sounding in answer,)

Ambrotos isoraphē

(For immortal nourishment.)

Life beckons the soul again

From the mountains

From the rivers to the shore

But I can’t release this memory —

Of a phantom, of a wish — or something more?