but knowledge raised the New Babel
at the crossroads of science
and instead of beating the semantra of freedom
for all the worlds of the earth,
it joyously sang only for man
in the passing away of new power.
Only desires and deceits dwell
in the palace of gloom,
tatters of vanity stream in the wind
instead of banners of glory
and man still does not know
that he has been exiled from his own country.
There is the world like grandeur spread out.
But the touch was not a touch of beauty,
but a darkness which oppressed the flesh of the earth,
not for new beauty but for a prison
At the edge of the world hangs
that inexorable chasm, which has filled
with barren desires and absence of soul.
But opposite glimmers the country of the Soul,
simple in a glory of peace,
within the world and outside of it. …’
From the poem ‘The Soul of the Beings – Today’, by Ioanna Moutsopoulou
Cycle IV: The Soul of the Beings
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(Photograph by Yiannis Zisis)