Meteora


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

And the people stayed home


  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

When You Are Old


  When You Are Old by William Butler Yeats When you are old and grey and full of sleep, And nodding by the fire, take down this book, And slowly read, and dream of the soft look Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep; How many loved your moments of glad grace, And loved your beauty with love false or true, But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you, And loved the sorrows of your changing face; And bending down beside the glowing bars, Murmur, a little sadly, how Love fled And paced upon the mountains overhead … Continue reading When You Are Old

Simple Things


Simple Things by Maria Fokas Precious things to hold onto; Moments we have loved. With time still left, To love some more. A day, a decade, hopefully, two, And wishing for more. Soaring through life for the simple things, Thankful each day for your generosity. Oh, my love; now I see, In the river of dreams, A taste of cloves, and lemon drops, Is all I’ll ever need. ©All Rights Reserved – Photography by mariafokas.com Continue reading Simple Things

When You Are Old


Photograph Credits: Leszek Paradowski When You Are Old by William Butler Yeats When you are old and grey and full of sleep, And nodding by the fire, take down this book, And slowly read, and dream of the soft look Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep; How many loved your moments of glad grace, And loved your beauty with love false or true, But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you, And loved the sorrows of your changing face; And bending down beside the glowing bars, Murmur, a little sadly, how Love fled And paced upon … Continue reading When You Are Old

The Heart of The Moon


The Heart of the Moon  To seize the darkness of your mournful heart In an enchanted weakness of wicked play You lose yourself to a fruitless path You fear to taste the scent of love In the weeping of time In the sorrow of love Many will envy all that we created – unavailing thoughts of a distorted past With a thread to tie a knot But you were never meant To keep me in an invisible grip I wanted to paint your beautiful soul And I did Though I slipped inside your hunger And fell in too deep The … Continue reading The Heart of The Moon