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‘Can’t you see that window which my deathless soul has opened on the world? The messages of brotherhood from that immortal centre which a mortal has never seen pour forth impetuously, sparks of an unknown selfhood which from the world’s beginning does battle with that primeval delusion about the void. ‘…’ The hearing was built and the world flooded with voices, the touch revealed the beings to the pulse of life; how many possibilities they taste and smell behind the bolts of the castles, and the eye comes to sweep the distances of nature and the brain, ‘…’ And outside the window the senses dance like weightless nereids- …’
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From the poem ‘The Window’, by Ioanna Moutsopoulou Cycle II: The Thread of Wholeness To read the whole poem, please, click here to order the poetry collection ‘Souls of Nature’ (Photograph by Yiannis Zisis) |