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Let the Good Times Roll

The best way to feel is to not feel at all. At least that’s how it seems when you’re in the deep end, gasping for air. Try as you might, there is no way to free your mind.

The rebels of the world fight for peace, holding doves above the skies of blindfolded eyes. They ask them to dream, “Do you dream?”

“I can see the way you see, but the question always is, has always been, can you see the way I see?”

Let us stop fooling ourselves, we don’t picture the world in butterflies and unicorns. The luckiest of us get away with just a bruise or two, but for the most of us it’s far more worse. Absence of heart is the way you get hurt.

So take my advice, if you want to make it out alive. Let things roll as they come and go. There is no way to control, I’m letting you know, there is no way to control. Not a person, nor a place, not your tomorrow, never your today. I can’t have what I always want, and that’s okay, I guess. On most days, when the spoiled child cranking up inside has had it’s chocolate for the day. Yes, life is tough, and we do cry over spilled milk, but please grow up. It’s time for us to step into responsibility with a sense of youth. I would never ask you to age, for God’s sake. Please, do play.

But most of all, I do pray, you fall in love with everything around you.

© Nicoletta

📷: Yosemite National Park, California

Victorious 

Some people are fearless, as if they were born to create the most bizarre, crazy story and say “this was my life”. My grandma is one of those people, born on a day like this one 75 years ago. I was the only grandchild blessed to be named after her, Niki is Greek, meaning “the victory of the people”…And how I wish the legend of victorious spirit lives on not only in my family, but in yours and theirs so that one day we all wake up and say what a powerful, fearless warrior I AM! Let us all celebrate the Niki in us today and in all days to come. 

©Nicoletta

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 

Wildflower

Excited to present a new spring project of mine. Welcoming new beginnings, let us start fresh with inspiration, heart and a spirit wild. ~Nicoletta

So much love and gratitude to my sister Alexandra for filming & editing.

Follow her @pricklypeartravel.wordpress.com

Sun Salutation

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I feel the ecstasy of the moment taking over my every thought, the lightness of my breath ascending me to a higher place, a deeper version of myself. Liberating temptation, I surrender to this moment and this moment alone. As I free my spirit, I feel the birth of life take over. Creeping shadows of the past lose control over the mobility of my body, as I become a pure stream of flowing water. Dripping, lucid…an endless swim into the arms of dreams long left unexplored. Dream upon dream, I travel with open wings like an eagle soaring above myself before I awaken. Lest I forget the magic of this moment, I capture my heart’s images like scenes from a movie. Memory pouring onto the canvas of my mind, I recollect it all through art. Motion, emotion one after the other. Meeting a laugh or cry halfway. I no longer pretend to forget…remember it all I do. In the falling abyss of time, I dress fragments with color. With music, I bless it all with sound. Gratitude…the good and bad all an equal tell of sharing. Now do I understand the teaching of it all…it finally makes sense in the twists and turns of my mind. I am finally climbing, upstream. Up and higher do I race past all obstacles. High on high do I comprehend the messages I saw in signs. Symbols in trees, painted in caves long lost mountains ancestors still sing the same song over and over again. I hear the pounding beat of the drum…incense still burning the air with truth. Footsteps echo in my toes, I feel the dance lifting the idleness of my present step. Free at last. I move, move to the call of my own self. Gentle at first…one push at a time, speaking solely to myself…wake…wake…WAKE UP! A mirror assists my voice, showing me parts of me…some I recognise…some I do, truly do…with blurry vision my eyes squint. I see you. I know you. I am you. This is me, full and new. Oh, how I’ve grown. Pride, I am proud. But more much more than this humble. My head tilting a fair share of sky and land…I know who I am…I know…who I am.

 

© Nicoletta

Photo by: Alexandra Van Zutphen 

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