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Meteora

Maria Fokas

The Stolen Child W. B. Yeats –  Where dips the rocky highland Of Sleuth Wood in the lake, There lies a leafy island Where flapping herons wake The drowsy water rats; There we’ve hid our faery vats, Full of berrys And of reddest stolen cherries. Come away, O human child! To the waters and the wild With a faery, hand in hand, For the world’s more full of weeping than you can understand. Where the wave of moonlight glosses The dim gray sands with light, Far off by furthest Rosses We foot it all the night, Weaving olden dances Mingling … Continue reading Meteora

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The Nature of Time/poem

Maria Fokas

    THE NATURE OF TIME [A Poem by me] Just like the fields wrap their arms around the earth, To nurture her, to blossom, to bear fruit, and give us the gift of ripened sweets; I will promise to never ignore you;  To be grateful, but careful, of the company I keep – To be happy with the beauty a moment can bring –  Not be fooled by the things beyond my time’s reach.  For everything I’ve ever needed, I came with – In my heart’s wishes.         Continue reading The Nature of Time/poem

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The Window

Maria Fokas

The Window by Maria Fokas  “This is where I was born; in this very room”, he said, as he packed his things. I had lost count of how many times he had told me. She sat waiting, confined to her sofa bed. He put the last piece of clothing in his rucksack, a neatly folded shirt by her tiny brittle hands, hours before. He took his coat from the chair and put it on. In a fragile voice, she whispered, “When will I see you again?” “I haven’t even left yet, and you want to know when I’m coming back?”, he … Continue reading The Window

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And the people stayed home

Maria Fokas

  And the people stayed home. And read books, and listened, and rested, and exercised, and made art, and played games, and learned new ways of being, and were still. And listened more deeply. Some meditated, some prayed, some danced. Some met their shadows. And the people began to think differently. And the people healed. And, in the absence of people living in ignorant, dangerous, mindless, and heartless ways, the earth began to heal. And when the danger passed, and the people joined together again, they grieved their losses, and made new choices, and dreamed new images, and created new … Continue reading And the people stayed home

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For The love of Ireland

Maria Fokas

  Have you ever had a dream, where your loved ones are walking towards a cliff with blindfolds on, and there is nothing you can do about it? No matter how loud you shout out to them, they can’t hear you. You try to run to them but your feet seem to be glued to the ground and you can’t budge no matter how hard you try. You watch them getting closer and closer to the edge with every step they take. You can’t stop them. Your mouth goes dry, your hands start to sweat and your body feels paralyzed; … Continue reading For The love of Ireland

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Photography Quote of the Day — PI Photography and Fine Art

Maria Fokas

Life is your art. An open, aware heart is your camera. A oneness with your world is your film. Your bright eyes and easy smile is your museum.” — Ansel Adams If you would like to download any of our previous Quotes of the Day for free please visit: PI Photography and Fine Art Save via Photography Quote of the Day — PI Photography and Fine Art Continue reading Photography Quote of the Day — PI Photography and Fine Art