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Poem: "The Meaning of the Mountain”
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mountain1_poem"The Meaning of the Mountain",
by Ioanna Moutsopoulou,
from the poetry collection
'Souls Of Nature'

In those solitary evenings
when my soul looks on time
as if the past and future are one,
in the soothing of toil and change,
in the selfhood which looks
for its self which endures,

I look back on the heroes who trod lightly
on the earth of this land
in those forgotten times
when the parchments of time
have become so worn
that the needless adornments have faded
and patterns have remained alone
for remembrance in the future.

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Signs of wisdom sealed the space,
Hidden fire in the lucidity
indelible orbits of love
oppressing our void,
thunderbolts of creation
turning everything upside-down
in the forms  
in a reflection of beauty,
the clash of arms in mythical battles,
which could go no further,
because of the blow of touch.
A light step on the roads of life
and this grace of the spirit
chiselled bodies
so that they would have something of the spirit,
to be a reminder here on earth
of the uncorrupted homeland,
with a fiery imprint on the depths of the unseen,
in the untraced fields of the memory.
For mortals should remember the hand of opportunity
which has remained untouched amongst the worlds.

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But the earth well remembered
the glory which walked
upon its body,
and willed to etch the memory within time
of those who passed over it
laden with gifts,
they broke down its loneliness as they passed heroically
through the gates of mortality
which stood bolt upright.
And if mortals did not see the heavenly gifts,
the earth nevertheless knew in the depths of its soul
and, in the pain of the silence
which remained in the years,
it clutched at a hope of memory
and stirring up the depths
with a cloud of dust spreading to the worlds far off,
it brought forth a mountain seemingly inaccessible
where the gifts of the heavens were concealed from the eyes
which see nothing in the brilliance of the lightning.

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On these unconquered mountain tops
the sunbeams play in their magical dance
on the white veil which humbly hides it -
the earth which has risen up demurely
to hymn the heroes,
and there, in solitude apart from the worlds of life,
a soundless call from the soul of immobility
broke down the walls of inner loneliness
which the thought of man had built
for this prop of life,
on which innumerable temples of the spirit rested,
which, impoverished, attempted to build on earth
a field of beauty where the above and the below
would well unite.

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And the mountain rises up sternly
for those who, in terror, have denied the heights,
nonetheless on the mountain peak the sanctuary was set up
with unsullied veils of the heart
of the beings which longed for that union,
with the castles of estrangement in rubble
on the sheer slopes of the mountain
and the eyes stripped of illusion,
the ears resting in the song of the sunbeams
and the bodies shuddering in an unexpected warmth,
where the earthly temple found its aim.

       10/2007

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