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.’
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)