Artemis

Athens or Sparta?
Paris or Rome?
Where do you come from?
Where’s your home?

Forrests or grasslands?
Mountains or meadows?
Sunrise and sunset,
light casting shadows.

How to combine
both the refined and the wild?
Athens and Sparta
so different,
yet both so organised…

City-states
Which one you’d join
depends on your state of mind.

What does your heart say?
The head might answer:
Both are fine…

But fine’s not enough,
not for you!
Sounds like half truth
you need to pierce through.

Make it whole,
make it one.
Who says we have to choose?
We can combine!

If we dare,
get in the motion,
if we manage,
to keep the right proportion…

The Golden Mean.
There‘s something deeper
behind what we can see
with our naked eyes.

If you dare,
you might be pleasantly surprised.

Expect the unexpected,
stay opened
don‘t close the door.

Sunbath in the ocean,
swim on the shore.

Water, Earth, Air and Fire.
What do you truly desire?
War and peace
another sates of mind.

Connecting, being in the middle
is where she truly shines!

Smoothing transitions
into the new,
taking the best from the past.

Letting go of
what’s not essential
is a must.

Purity’s the goal,
alignment to our higher self,
purity of our soul.

Where do you come from?
From the Source.
Where are your earthly roots?
Deep in the forrest,
magical, healing herbs…

The soft night‘s falling
onto the Athenians and Spartans,
these famous city-states
proud citizens
succumbing to their fates.

Why cannot she fall asleep?
Even going to the temple
doesn‘t seem to ease
the feeling something’s wrong.

The evening sky getting darker,
a distant gong…

She started running
as if hunted
until not being able
to catch another breath.

So exhausted,
thinking of death…

Stumbling, falling,
heard somebody calling her name.
Turned around.

A mighty deer
so powerful,
but also tame.

Looking straight into its eyes
she read its thoughts
and bowed in awe
Artemis in disguise!

Her heart pounding
Is it real?
Is she dreaming?
Maybe she‘s loosing her mind…

Artemis looking back at her
so strict yet also very kind.

Tender as the baby
she‘s holding high above
facing the stars,
filling the night sky.

The baby‘s eyes are closed,
it’s sleeping.
She feels it’s sacred,
sacred meeting.

Not sure,
what’s it all about
as she keeps holding the child
high above the sky.

Up into different galaxies,
visiting distant stars,
passing Venus, leaving Mars…

It’s not important,
whether the baby‘s girl or a boy,
what will it choose
as its preferable toy…

It’s a symbol
of a new human
blessed by Artemis
respecting mother Nature,
but even more than this.

Being aware
of its celestial origin,
knowing where’s its real home
the ancient tall trees as pillars,
the sky as a dome.

Her nymphs appeared
forming a circle.

Artemis with the child in the middle
precisely as the midnight came.
This little new human
won‘t be interested neither in money,
nor in fame.

Pure is its soul
now purified
freed from the past
determination fortified.

Least but not last
a strong connection formed,
connection of two hearts.

The blood of the Nature itself
will run through the baby’s veins.
Trees and all animals
will be its friends.

Dears have antlers,
we human an invisible third eye
which catches signals
through our inner sky.

Respectful and humble,
even if we stumble
will deep down
always remember this special night

passed under Artemis‘s legacy,
her silvery light.

Guided to this forrest,
she too is a guide…