Κίτρινα Φύλλα

Έξω από το σπίτι μου υπάρχει μια τεράστια Καρυδιά…
Κιτρίνισαν τα φύλλα της…
Γέμισε ο δρόμος και η είσοδος από κίτρινα φύλλα…
Και η αυλή και η ταράτσα.
Και ο Άνεμος τα έσπειρε παντού…

Γέμισε ο τόπος κίτρινα φύλλα…
Παντού…

Γέμισε και η κάρδια μου με κίτρινα φύλλα.
Γέμισε και η ματιά μου με κίτρινα φύλλα.

Γιατί πέφτουν τα κίτρινα φύλλα, μαμά;
Και πού πάνε όταν φυσήξει ο Άνεμος, μαμά;
Μέχρι πότε θα πέφτουν τα κίτρινα φύλλα;
Πότε θα ξαναβγούν τα πράσινα φύλλα και τα πολύχρωμα λουλούδια;
Πότε θα ξαναγεμίσει η κάρδια μου με όμορφα λουλουδια;

Να μην υπάρχουν πια κίτρινα φύλλα παρά μόνο όμορφα λουλούδια…

Μόνο όμορφα λουλούδια...

Thoughts of Darkness...

I wonder when or rather if people ever come in terms with their past.

Maybe if before we died, God, the Universe, Budha, Allah, or whatever supposedly exists out there which no-one has seen though, gave us a week to reconcile with the past.

What would happen then?

Life is a joke and together with it anything that human “collective society” brings with it.

Life is an insurmountable suffer, a never-ending toil and whoever thinks other way is either a fool or a sage.

Life is indeed an unbearable torture for each person, the problem is if we had some brains, because we don’t that’s the only thing for sure, then maybe we wouldn’t have to experience life as such.

Most people need to reach death to understand how screwed up their life really was and most of us need to reach that point to first forgive ourselves for our mistakes and then the people (?) around us. Most of us need to reach death to realize that at some point we were alive, but then we do live in a perishable world where everything dies and lives and lives and dies and so forth indefinitely. And there is no stopping at it; there is no beating around the bush when it comes to the end we are all going to die. Yet it would have been nice to realize how alive we were before that.

Why is it so hard to look back and understand our former being with honesty and sincerity, but as well as others’.

When did we forget how to live and started searching for meaning in our surroundings?

The only place meaning resides is inside of us, in the deepest depths of our existence and in the archaic, archetypal, most basic experiences we get from each other. A touch, a smell, a smile, a sound, a taste these first few innermost basic experiences these are what guides us in life. This is where we should look for meaning not in the whole clutter we keep building in this so called “society”. There is no society, just a foul joke played by some entities on some other entities…

All we have to do is first look in and then look out and we will see a much clearer picture, a much clearer blue sky than we could ever imagine.

Καζαντζακικό

Το χρέος που έχουμε απέναντι στον εαυτό μας είναι να σηκωνόμαστε κάθε μέρα και με νύχια και με δόντια να πολεμάμε αυτά που μας μποδίζουν. Αυτά που μας μποδίζουν να ολοκληρωθούμε να φτάσουμε εκεί που ο δρόμος του φωτός μας καλεί να φτάσουμε. Ας σημαίνει αυτό ότι θα χάσουμε τη σάρκα μας, ας σημαίνει ότι κανείς δεν θα μπορέσει ποτέ για πολύ να σταθεί δίπλα μας, ας είναι! Μόνο η μάχη μπορεί να μας σώσει! Συνεχής, αδιάκοπη και σκληρή, αδυσώπητη με λύσσα!

Στο τέλος της μέρας οι ανατολές που θα εγγραφούν στα μάτια μας θα είναι λαμπρότερες όλων…