The spirit of the heavens was silent,
the depths of the worlds were waiting,
the heights wove colours
and breadth echoed the cries.
Among them, a field of stars,
small and charming,
gave birth to seeds from low down as far as dreams
and the flags of the sward began to stream
and the wind rode upon the corn
like a fair-maned Pegasus of the poems
and the waters at the far ends of the fields
washed the loneliness of the earth with infinity.
Above, the boundlessness of the heavens
and on the earth the immensity of the oceans.
Distances and waters rolled all round
and in the vitals always the same truth:
fire, the image of the heavens and of the abyss.
And more than all else,
the anvil of the spirit
the regulator who joined the images with the Absolute,
the loom of time
and the immersion in the farthest veil of the unknown,
the family home in the thick of the field.
And then I was waking to the accomplishment of consummation
with the victory of the inexpressible.
From the depths of the field
the greatest things of life eternally present
in the perfection of the Creator.
(Photograph by Yiannis Zisis)