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In the eerie valley named
after Persephone, on the surface
of the Moon, carefully you walk
among the unhatched eggs of hope,
calling out the names of
Artemis, Hecate, Selene and Zeus.
Your consciousness as heavy
as Saturn’s scythe, falls upon a shell
and you pick a life, a different role,
same sensual strife.
Earthly years that go around the Sun,
Apollo’s gate and throne,
“to be or not to be” an echo
in your mind and soul, a black hole
slowing down the clock,
pressing for a comeback against
your body to move the Wheel
and water the tree of knowledge,
whose fruits are lotuses, which
grew unbordered.

Athens, 2019

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Stormwolf

Bravo! Bravo! Wonderful writing. I can feel your soul connection to ancient Greece. It is in the bones / dna of you. I loved the inner vision of delicately picking around the eggs on the moon, the cautious desire to decide which one to chose….which one would bring the essential lessons while hoping to avoid too much misery next incarnation? You call out for guidance, aware of the very heavy burden of this choice. carefully you walk among the unhatched eggs of hope, calling out the names of Artemis, Hecate, Selene and Zeus. Your consciousness as heavy as Saturn’s scythe,… Read more »

Stormwolf

The Chosen Dummies one of my all time favs. Post again for a new audience. xxx

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