The Dream of the Lavender

  ‘…

Here is the resurrection!

A flower pot at the opening of the window

muses on the worlds,

apart from man – in its courtyard.

The lowly clay

has afforded a house for a spark of life,

which has grown and shot up

with wrinkled woody boughs

and little grey-green leaves,

which is like a fabric of a dream

in the wonder of the morning.

‘…’

So many summers and winters

the lavender like a carefree elf

has scattered its fragrance

from its own house

and awakes memories of childlikeness

in the bleak meadows of materiality,

choked by the parasites

of desire and thought.’

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From the poem ‘The Dream of the Lavender’, by Ioanna Moutsopoulou

Cycle II: The Thread of Wholeness

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(Photograph by Yiannis Zisis)