Saturday, January 4, 2014

The Missed Moments (article) on The Eden Magazine/January 2014 issue











The Eden Magazine-January 2014 issue (click here)

Owner of The Eden Magazine: Maryam Morrison

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The Missed Moments by Katerina Kostaki


 

Katerina  are you looking for the lost moments? ... It’s witnessed by your look…


Which are your missed moments?


Is the  nostalgia opalescent on your  computer screen, while you seek for the oasis of Knowledge through the Unknown?


Probably not ..


Is the glow emitted by those temporary friendly approaches by  people caught on the net  of your brightness ...


Again not ...


Are  those fleeting dreams that make you reminisce the beautiful shimmering moments of Awakening, even today they glimmer like aura in your world of yesterday.


I know ... again not .


Cry not again because you feel the missed moments, like a train that you could  not catch and left the station without you ...


Yes ... that train,  full of Universal Soldiers, embarked on for an intangible Universe, not a material Universe like the one of Earth, but a idealistic one, therefore elusive.


Apparently it  left and you  were holding the ticket in your hands ...


The next stop was invisible, the train and  the destination as well, but it’s of no  importance.


Here on the rear no etheric auras or shiny knights exist ... anyway knights belong to alter eras.


Back here  people are weeping, laughing and suffering  from many diseases, but mostly they are  suffering from ignorance and boredom.


Sometimes they suffer from jealousy… you acknowledge  that first hand.


Their heart is full of desire to experience life, and your creative madness  make them  sick.


How can a mad like you  dare to escape from the corral?


Let them be on  those underground paths, because this is what they have  learned to do, and live like a glamorous star.


Shine like a star upon the sky of LOVE. Get your own spaceship, you know what I'm talking about ... the spaceship of your  imagination and travel with the fuel of  your creativity .


TRAVEL AS FAR AS YOU CAN! ONLY YOU CAN MAKE IT!


If you want others to follow you, they are welcome.


If not, never mind.


Let them live their dream and YOU keep painting  with love and compassion.


Because you are entrusted the KNOWLEDGE, they will never have!





The missed moments

Copyright  Katerina Kostaki


From series : Inner Voices Within










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Thursday, January 2, 2014

A Brave and Startling Truth by Maya Aggelou












I begin the first day of Year 2014 
with a wonderful poem 
of Maya Aggelou

A Brave and Startling Truth


We, this people, on a small and lonely planet
Traveling through casual space
Past aloof stars, across the way of indifferent suns
To a destination where all signs tell us
It is possible and imperative that we learn
A brave and startling truth
And when we come to it
To the day of peacemaking
When we release our fingers
From fists of hostility
And allow the pure air to cool our palms
When we come to it
When the curtain falls on the minstrel show of hate
And faces sooted with scorn are scrubbed clean
When battlefields and coliseum
No longer rake our unique and particular sons and daughters
Up with the bruised and bloody grass
To lie in identical plots in foreign soil
When the rapacious storming of the churches
The screaming racket in the temples have ceased
When the pennants are waving gaily
When the banners of the world tremble
Stoutly in the good, clean breeze
When we come to it
When we let the rifles fall from our shoulders
And children dress their dolls in flags of truce
When land mines of death have been removed
And the aged can walk into evenings of peace
When religious ritual is not perfumed
By the incense of burning flesh
And childhood dreams are not kicked awake
By nightmares of abuse
When we come to it
Then we will confess that not the Pyramids
With their stones set in mysterious perfection
Nor the Gardens of Babylon
Hanging as eternal beauty
In our collective memory
Not the Grand Canyon
Kindled into delicious color
By Western sunsets
Nor the Danube, flowing
 its blue soul into Europe
Not the sacred peak of Mount Fuji
Stretching to the Rising Sun
Neither Father Amazon nor 
Mother Mississippi who, without favor,
Nurture all creatures
 in the depths and on the shores

These are not the only wonders of the world
When we come to it
We, this people, on this minuscule 
and kithless globe
Who reach daily for the bomb,
 the blade and the dagger
Yet who petition in the dark
 for tokens of peace
We, this people on this mote of matter
In whose mouths abide cankerous words
Which challenge our very existence
Yet out of those same mouths
Come songs of such exquisite sweetness
That the heart falters in its labor
And the body is quieted into awe
We, this people, on this small and drifting planet
Whose hands can strike with such abandon
That in a twinkling, life is sapped from the living
Yet those same hands can touch with such healing,
 irresistible tenderness
That the haughty neck is happy to bow
And the proud back is glad to bend
Out of such chaos, of such contradiction
We learn that we are neither devils nor divines
When we come to it
We, this people, on this wayward, floating body
Created on this earth, of this earth
Have the power to fashion for this earth
A climate where every man and every woman
Can live freely without sanctimonious piety
Without crippling fear
When we come to it
We must confess that we are the possible
We are the miraculous, the true wonder of this world
That is when, and only when
We come to it.
Maya Angelou

Source: 
www.PoemHunter.com
The World's Poetry Archive

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