‘And man met the beings of the world
in the castle of the earthly mind,
with fear like a parasite rooted all around,
and spoke like a king without a people,
dead before death came.
There they are, the beings of the world.
but in the look, deep down, like lightning,
that question of life was lying wakefully in wait,
in a consciousness which is still asleep,
about the hope of a loving aim
which will sweep away fear and death
with lightning flashes of joy. …’
From the poem ‘The Soul of the Beings – The meeting of the worlds’, by Ioanna Moutsopoulou
Cycle IV: The Soul of the Beings
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(Photograph by Yiannis Zisis)