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The Things I Know

‘The only thing I know is that I know nothing’- Socrates

 

Sometimes our voices have no way to know which way to go. There is silence and then there are dreams that cling onto our throats unexpressed. Like ghosts our own thoughts haunt us, and what we are left with is time. To think. To know. To think we know. The clock slows down as we sit and wait for an answer. And so we wait, we keep on waiting. Until the day, when all the things we want to know become known to us. In knowing we grow, and in growth we go back to not knowing again. 

© Nicoletta

Poker Face

It takes a lot out of us. Communication. Feels like an endless battle of shape and form. This is my point of view and that one is yours, but who’s to prove what’s true. Certainly not me. In whatever way you change your perception you never know when you’re making the right move. Playing poker you’re staring straight into someone’s energy field. Their hand gestures, even the slightest twitch on their left eyebrow will hint to you a direction of play. Are they bluffing? Can we ever know? On the river, the last card is a deuce. With two twos in their hands your Queens are mucked, and all because you didn’t trust your instinct. Deep down you knew all along. You should have folded when you still had the chance. Win or lose is always the game we play.

© Nicoletta

📷: Las Vegas, Nevada

Waves

As we swim our way over the next coming months, let us take the ocean with us…connecting to its ongoing flow…keeping calm and letting go… Special thanks to my genius sister Alexandra for filming & editing but most of all for making my spoken poetry video dreams come true.

~waves

Waves how they come and go Never know where they’ll take you Waves how they swim their way Kissing the sun awake Blessing the moon goodnight That is their fate Flow how they glow I will dance in wave Pray I grow as one with it And while I’m dreaming I’ll wash the shore Until I am no more Not me Nor he Never she I am a wave A wave I am A wave I’ll always be.

Agios Sozomenos 

Over the healing hills of Agios Sozomenos my grandpa Antonis would stand with binoculars for a chance to get a glimpse of his village Tymbou. Now part of the turkish occupied area, everything that once belonged to him and his family were lost…only left in blurry images to be viewed at a distance. The house my grandparents Antonis and Nikki had built, now belonged to someone else, the land still ripe with fruit now picked by foreign hands…but let us not dwell in the past. Let us start at the very beginning…the magic. Before Antonis was born, his father Demetrios owned very little, so little that his family had barely anything to eat. These were poor times, where people were forced to survive out of hard work and determination. Demetrios invested in farmland in his village Tymbou but the land proved barren and dry. Day and night he prayed for a miracle, yet nothing seemed to change. Despite it all Demetrios never gave up, his iron will always pushed him forward. One morning, while digging in the land, Demetrios stumbled upon something strange. It was a wooden frame, when he turned it over it was a silver-plated icon of Saint Marina. It looked very old, almost 100 years old or so. A strong believer in the mystical, he brought the icon back home as he took it as a good omen. That night, he had a vivid dream, a woman dressed in white spoke to him telling him to plant cotton in the land and that it would soon turn to gold, in return she wanted him to build a church in her honor. A few weeks went by…everything in a constant standstill, Demetrios prayed to Saint Marina and asked for help as he decided to plant cotton in the fields. In the coming months a miracle happened, the land prospered in cotton…leading to Demetrios receiving profit…business flowed so well that he soon hired employees of his own…leading to him buying more acres of land…leading to him practically owning most of the land in the village and becoming the richest man in Tymbou. He hired people with the kindness of his heart, offering them a stable pay and even food for their families. And in the land, the first piece of land he bought he built a church in the name of Saint Marina, a home for the icon he had found. This was a church later known as a miracle giver, people would pray to the Saint and give her offerings as she performed their miracles. My grandpa Antonis and his brothers inherited the land when his father Demetrios passed over, and kept it in prosperous conditions as they also had the charm of hard work, blessed with the gift of kindness. In 1974 everything was lost after the war but what surprises me the most is that my grandpa never ever lost his smile. It still shines bright to this day, his face is one of gratitude and grace. 

© Nicoletta 

Life is Life


©Nicoletta

Today, we lost one of my favorite people in the world, Mrs. Clementa. The sky was even crying for her loss today. She was a power house, raising 9 children on her own and working multiple jobs never for herself but all for those children. She could even scare the devil away, that woman was afraid of nothing. She peacefully left the world today and her memories remain with us, stories we shall keep forever in our hearts. This poem is dedicated to her and to all lives, which are so wonderfully precious. Cheers to our life then, let us live and keep on living.

Time Flies

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I shook my head
side to side
Image after image
flashing by
in a split second
without a blink of an eye
it was tomorrow
and then again today
all happening yesterday
a lapse of the mind
all inevitably passing by
without even stopping by
to wave a final goodbye.

 

© Nicoletta

 

 

 

Photo by me: Ancient Agora Thessaloniki, Greece 

Is it really worth it?

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Sometimes you think to yourself: Is it really worth it?
All this control, the need to give yourself to the fullest. To make it. Make a name for yourself.
All for what? For others opinions of you? Congratulations and thank yous.
Is it really worth their words of praise? Or are you doing it all for yourself? To feel good about you for a change. Tough childhood’s to blame. Is it really worth it? This game’s a tough one. It’s win or lose. An all in hand in poker. But you have to choose. Full on, green light or hide your head in the sand. What side’s more fair to wear? Once you’ve had your share, will you share it with others? Or keep it all to yourself?
Is it really worth it? Step your foot in foreign land. Call it your own for a while. Never will be home. Home is where the heart is wise ones say. Who will show you the way? Your footsteps are far too removed to guide you. Their trails long forgotten will only appear as glimpses in dreams. Will you remember when you awaken? Or like memory, will you drift into pools of deep waters consuming the clarity of your mind?
Shatter this illusion you live in. Break it into teeny tiny pieces. So small that a curious toddler wouldn’t even pick it up and put it in it’s mouth. Where is it? This illusion. I can’t spot it anymore, nor do I understand if it even had value.
You see, I can’t judge others. Nor myself. But I can’t hide the need to disagree with perceptions. Certain perceptions. Correct me if I’m wrong. Is man not free to be himself? Woman to be hers? When did we decide to place power on the few, who criticise our every move? I am tired of this lie they’ve sold us. Ex-hausted. Already in the past. Long gone. They’ve demoralised us and if that wasn’t enough they’re mocking us. Laughing their buttons off as we slave away. We’ve all incarnated together again, a different creed. Same faces, different masks. We’ve been playing their game far too long. I’m out.
No- not dystopia. Nor the wrist cutting kind. I’m just too open minded and seeing reality far too crystal clear. This system is rigged. For those of you with open mouths, I’m sorry. This isn’t meant to be a shocker. You knew this day would come. Comfort zone no more. Feed the children is all I hear these days. Save the refugees. And if you please, bend down on your knees and save humanity.
Humanity needs to save itself.
All of us one by one, need to take a stand. Change ourselves. Work with higher powers. Expanding our consciousness. Enlightening ourselves. Not by reading books by A B C guru but by doing the work by ourselves, Within us. Each and every one of us. No one can teach you the trick. You need to make the effort.
Begin each day by appreciating. Each and every moment you experience. The people you love. Love them more. Fill your heart with so much love you can’t even handle it. Gratitude is a blessing. The food you eat, the air your breathe, the nature around you.
Place passion in whatever you do. A cause, a song, a dance. Find the art in it all. Art will paint anything you pursue, from mechanics to science. It’s all about shaping it with color. Add a touch of your own shade into the mix and create a fine blend of mastery.
Be forgiving and compassionate. People do things, and yes sometimes they may seem a bit far out. Crossing limits. But you know what? Get over it. There’s no need to hold a grudge. Karma will keep you in loops if you don’t move on. So take a deep breath and proceed with pride.
And boy- ego. That’s a tough one. When used as a friend, it’s not all that bad. It can give you an energy boost, even help you feel confident and strong. Win battles of the self. Even help you get over the things you fear. But when it gets out of hand, the relationship does go sour. So use it as an ally but with boundaries. We don’t need more shadows.
And man-LOVE. Keep that word tight in your heart. Those four letters will save you.

Amen.

© Nicoletta

Taste of a Perfect Storm

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My soul cried out remember,
My mind pounding in thought
The crashing waves
Drew closer
In time for a perfect storm.
In the rolling waters
I lost myself,
Bit by bit a little more.
And as the faintest light
Touched the corner of my eye,
I breathed a sigh of the ocean
Into every part of me.

© Nicoletta

If this poem had a voice, this is what it would sing…

Photo by me: Limassol, Cyprus

Happy New Year


If the stars

Would paint a picture

In my mind’s eye

For years to come,

I’d hope to see

A future

Full of innocence

Beauty and Love.

If the stars

Would make my dreams

Come true

I’d ask for All magic

To be shared with you.

 

© Nicoletta

 

~As we let go of yet another year, let us be grateful for all our accomplishments. 2016 blessed us with gifts, made us stronger, taught us powerful lessons. As we embrace 2017, let us focus on manifesting positivity into the world. The earth craves for an abundance of gifts: peace, love, wholeness. The only person who is able to grant these blessings upon Mother Earth is YOU. So begin by being grateful for who you are because there is no one in this world that is more alive than you. 

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