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‘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. …’
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From the poem ‘The Soul of the Beings – The meeting of the worlds’, by Ioanna Moutsopoulou Cycle IV: The Soul of the Beings To read the whole poem, please, click here to order the poetry collection ‘Souls of Nature’ (Photograph by Yiannis Zisis) |