At one time, in that age
when our soul was stirred in joy
in the carefreeness of life’s sunlight,
which, together with it
in the very middle of imagination,
brought sprites and heroes,
magical palaces in unknown forests
and kings of a forgotten era,
the sun shone joyfully,
a friend of children’s eyes
in the dark corners,
on the long journeys and in the dreams
which were frightened in the dark.
But the years of maturity,
instead of increasing the light on the wings of knowledge,
drifted out to murky depths,
steeped in violence,
sought a little light
to dissolve the darkness
from a sun-king made for men.
But what sceptre reached
that fiery hand
and what king’s crown
in this sea of fire
And the time came
when the pedestals and the symbols were demolished,
only men were in need of them,
and the crowns and sceptres were lost,
vanished in the dust of earth.
But indestructible and unseen meaning stands
behind the fiery figure.
Seas of boundless meanings
sweep the worlds, far from the grasping of science.
The grass and the flowers
know better the pleasures
which are scattered lavishly on the bright pathways,
in the breath of the simple touch,
in the triumph shout of brotherhood,
from love, unity and an ineffable aim.
Humbler than the greatness of the weak,
freer than the symbols of power,
more joyful than the crushing of depression
more travelled than the structures of man,
warmer than the freezing touch of greed.
But who knows what is the price
for this love,
unceasing in time,
blind to sin?
What then is it that caresses with loving care:
the foolish laughter of life
or our soul’s shadowy route
in the morasses of life?
The symbols of mindlessness stand unprotected
in the burning brightness of the ray.
The meaning of love is new,
it has showed itself out of reach
of the tentacles of greed
and perhaps we shall not have time to hide
from the persistent ray of brotherliness.
(Photograph by Yiannis Zisis)