But the new world was dark,
understanding dimly glinted through the multiplicity of veils.
Nothing was to be given easily
in that perilous darkness
where life strove
to hold on to the ship of forms,
while all around the storm of the bodies raged furiously,
there where the death of one
was life for the other.
Men in their weakness were dragged
into that orgy of corporeality …
violence and blood marked out the road
to a dark future
which seemed to have no end.
Each moment in the universe of the beings
was forged by violence
in that titanic age of ignorance,
where the meanings of the world slept
in the soul’s silent thought
and only disturbed the sleep of ignorance
with dreams of extinction
in the trenches of an imprisoned selfhood,
awaiting that future age
hidden in the Eternal Now
where upheaval would snap the shackles
of the grim blindness
which concealed the lost glory.
Ancient eras filled with darkness,
experience was dragged to the extremities of pain,
because joy does not dwell in the dark of blindness
but waits for the light of morn
to flash upon the eyes of the heart …
the other eyes see only shadows
and frontiers with names written
about an unknown identity
which dwells in the miracle of the bodies.
(Photograph by Yiannis Zisis)