θάλασσα

8 11 2012
θαλασσα

“sea before us” phot@rt by Aeglie

Το μεσημέρι κρατά το καλοκαίρι αγκαλιά
Βαδίζω πλάι της ώρα πολλή και, τότε
Βουτώ το κορμί ζεστό στα δροσερά νερά της
Απλώνει πάντα ολόγυρα το μπλε για μένα
Ανακουφίζει τη φωτιά που καίω μέσα μου
Ακυρώνει τη βαρύτητα στην οποία έχω αγκιστρωθεί
για να χαράσσω τα ίχνη του βηματισμού
στο έδαφος που ντύθηκε προς πλάνη ο πλανήτης
και κρύβει τη φωτιά που καίει μέσα του
Αντιστέκομαι με βία κάθε τόσο στην άνωση
και στην ελαφρύτητα της εγκατάλειψης
Βυθίζομαι ν’ απαγκιάσω απ’ τον κυματισμό
Ανοίγω τα μάτια θολά στο βυθό, το νου διαυγή
στην ειρήνη που εντός μου προστατεύω
Ανεβαίνω με τις χούφτες σφιχτές άμμο βρεγμένη
Αφήνω τον αφρό να την πάρει ξανά
μες απ’ τα δάχτυλά μου
Ο ίδιος άργιλος σχηματίζει τα χέρια μου





may apricots

7 10 2012

Swallows fly close to the earth tonight
North May wind is getting up,
whistles and blows wild
Snow smells from distant mounts
We put again on something warm
We make sure our windows closed
Left apricots into the bowl upon the table
A hunger for fear nothing satisfies

greek version





define freedom

30 06 2011
"singing, we create the world" dr@wing by Aeglie

“singing, we create the world” dr@wing by Aeglie

freedom is a small though compound word

it tries to give a clue to individuals about being free to deem beyond any bounds and boundaries of the process of thinking

it keeps whispering to human beings about being free to consider beyond any bonds and bondages of the frame of thought

it hopes it will teach people to set free their free will and release their great might hidden and forgotten deep inside

freedom is a very precious present for the present day’s free world; and that’s why it’s kept safe behind borders of any kind





the woman who talked to fear

7 02 2011

«A vagrant, that’s what it is; a beggar,» the woman who talked to fear said calmly.

I have met her that very morning at the school gate. “Keep your mind free from fear,” she said to her kids and she smiled at my surprised look. She introduced herself to me and she invited me to her place on the afternoon.

«It comes on the threshold of the mind and it begs for its coin: our subjugation.
«It comes covered into advising recipes. “Watch it!” is the phrase consisting in its fundamental, misleading ingredient.
«It comes, a small and faint thing, just a little shadow; it’s fed on agony, worry, exertion, pain, travail. It weights, day by day, it thickens, expands and spreads; it conquers.»

She poured out fresh lemonade to glasses.

«I have had it in for a long time. It had settled into my rooms. My loved place had been withered under its darkness.
«And then, there came a morning, when I resolved on quitting trouble. It went hungry that day long. Next morning, my mind was clear. I had still had it in, though. Before it goes back to nothingness from where it came, it tried to move me to pity. But, as I had resolutely quit misery, it couldn’t persuade me to feel sorry for it. Instead, it moved me to curiosity. Or, maybe, what I only wished was to listen to a good story – just for fun.»

She brought a bowl from the kitchen and she filled it with apricots from a tree of her garden laden with golden, thick, and juicy fruit.

«It does not exist. This is the truth of it: it doesn’t exist. It admitted this to me. It’s a delusion. A delusion made by an ancient error, grown into some ancient dark gap, back in the very beginning of the world; and it sips life. This life it sips is of no use of it; it doesn’t belong to it. It couldn’t have its own life, either; since it isn’t created. In order to keep itself busy and feel somehow useful, these are its words, it disuses creatures’ life. Humanity lives a life of imperfection and malady because people feed the delusion of fear.»

She reached up to the blossomed apple tree, it have had us under its cool shade, and said, “you, my dear, do know what I’d love to have right now.” After a few fractions of a second a red, plump apple was in her handful.

«It only takes to let it go hungry,» she winded up; and she bit the crisp fruit.

greek version





your eyes’ light on

13 01 2011
your eyes' light on

“blue night” phot@rt by Aeglie

See the night:
how it’s growing denser all around!
It surrounds us with close wet woven nets;
it hides the way.
You don’t even have the right of spending energy – hard times.
You’re forced to drive with your low beams
– on slow speed, as well –
since the road’s hidden deep into the heavy rain of dark forecasts.
And, there comes a moment, when you can see the light of your eyes.
You shed it on ahead with all of your heart;
you break the weft of fear.
With your new sight now, you speed up as you will.
The companion says “slow down, I cannot see my step.”
“Shed your eyes’ light over ahead,” you encourage him.
And, as long as he seeks it inside him, you describe the magic of a night ride;
and, you promise, you go straight ahead beyond dawn,
together._

greek version





autumn lights up

2 10 2009

Night grows longer
Colder grows the dark
In front of you –
beaming through you –
your inner light steps ahead;
the light you are
You now walk beyond
being not afraid of
any whispering shadows
Lighting your own will
you deliver out of black
colored, perfumed gardens
golden flowers, silver birds
hidden into misty air
eagerly awaiting:
You would whistle;
you would call, you ‘d wake
their beauty to flourish








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