Athena

It is a fertile land
it begets ideas and thoughts
it is inhabited by Reality.
and it is a meeting place
where Reality and I look upon each other's face.

the sunlight and the way it falls.
the colour of the light.
the smells.
the texture of the sounds.

The movement and the sounds of the nature growing so freely between the cracks of civilisation.
the seasons there, and the times of the day!

It inspires me into wakefulness
Into perceptiveness
Into relatedness

Attentiveness and perception
Peace and relation are your children.
They are present with you and decorate your home and table like grapes on a grapevine.


You have been a home for ideas
like you are my window into the brightness of Reality.

Oh Athens, strong and alive.
I don't expect my readers will recognise you in how I refer to you,
in how I call your name.
But even from far away. As I call you to mind, you are my window.
And I am glad I have known you.

Reality is now here with me. I know her because I love her.
Reality is ever joyful.
Ever complete.

So if you are in sorrow my friend, do not be fooled.
This isn't it.
There is more.
There is better.