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As long as I read/see, I am in that felt moment, and that is when the unstated can be communicated, that is when the initiation can occur.
What I am trying to say is that, in reality, we need a particular kind of sweetness, of kindness (whether it happens in a state of alertness or not is irrelevant) that can transfix us and force us to close our eyes momentarily so we can taste it as deeply as possible.
And then you can say, yes, this is worth it, life is beautiful for/in that (moment),
this moment is endless,
I could see all my existence in this moment...
Because, for one little moment, I became what I felt in this condition, and I became filled with love. God is love and love is a means, a caress; what is required (for this process to happen) is a method, an embodiment. The flesh.
Eros, desire, lust, love.
Personally, I felt fulfilled at the sight of a wild weed that can sprout anywhere, under the harshest conditions; from the sight of a “nothing” that you can either disregard, or stand still and watch.
So I have nothing to say, except that I remember a warrior in a movie standing in front of a blossomed cherry tree right before a battle and telling his opponent that he could stare at these flowers for a lifetime, without considering his life to have been wasted.
I have been working on this for nearly four years.
Panagiotis Koulouras
Translation: Irini Skaliora
* in greek, Kore (Kόρη) has the same spelling as “daughter”, “young woman”, but also the “iris of the eye”, hence the double innuendo and play on words.
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