by kapardeli eftichia
In the hands a branches
of olive I keep with
friendship of sun
medal resembles
in this landscape
in the calcined body
the ground, from root golden vein,
under the earth
secretively
a old olive
more deeply it roots
and all grows tall
in plains in slots rocks
in precipices and sides
in airs it stays up
and endures
“Molecules oils” it sprouted
there that goddess
Athina struck
with the spear a skin of ground
kotinos -kallistefanos –
for the Winner
with flower of olive
with flower of soul
Dense hugs
fruit
oil for the light awake
the saints the lamp
the golden spirit
holy harvest
In unquenched time
flow of the sacred tree
awakened immortal
helium touch
the cast shoot
the trunk,
Cyclic in nature
the same root
the bare hands
where the centuries blend
zygiazo light
the sacred heart
Last updated August 25, 2011