090 - Free Bond

090 - Free Bond

In a small café in the heart of the city, a man and a woman sat across from each other, their gazes meeting frequently.

The man felt his heart beating fast, 

knowing the moment had come to speak to her about his feelings.

- I want to talk to you about something 

that has been on my mind for a long time, he began. 

I know our lives are full of restrictions and the expectations of others, 

but I want to be honest with you.

The woman looked at him with interest, 

encouraging him to continue.

- I believe that our Relationship 

must be based on the free will of us both, he said. 

- I want us to be together, but only if you truly want it too.

I don't want you to feel that you have to hide your true feelings, 

or choose something that does not fully express who you are.

The woman smiled, sensing the sincerity in his words. 

- I understand what you're saying.

 

I also feel that we often don't dare to express ourselves freely, 

fearing Criticism or Rejection. But with you, I feel I can be myself.

A wave of relief washed over the man. 

- That's exactly what I want too. To be able to speak openly, to express our desires, and to avoid the resentment that comes from saturation.

I want us to live with Freedom of Thought and Action, 

creating a Relationship that will be a Gift for our Souls".

The woman took his hand and looked into his eyes. 

- I am ready to live this freedom with you. Let’s create a Relationship based on mutual Understanding and Honesty".

With hands joined and hearts open, 

they began a new chapter in their Lives,

 full of Freedom, Harmony, and true Love.

- Only such a Free Relationship can lead us to a true Bond!

But unfortunately, 

you were missing from the café where this dialogue took place.

- My Soul!

- Did I imagine you again?

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90 - Ελεύθερος Δεσμός

90 - Ελεύθερος Δεσμός 

Σ’ ένα μικρό καφέ στην καρδιά της πόλης, 

ένας άντρας και μια γυναίκα κάθονταν αντικριστά, 

με τα Βλέμματά τους να συναντιούνται συχνά. 

Ο άντρας ένιωθε την Καρδιά του να χτυπάει δυνατά, 

καθώς ήξερε ότι, ήρθε η στιγμή να της μιλήσει για τα Συναισθήματά του.

-Θέλω να σου μιλήσω για κάτι που με απασχολεί εδώ και καιρό. 

Ξέρω ότι η Ζωή μας είναι γεμάτη Περιορισμούς και Προσδοκίες από τους άλλους, αλλά εγώ θέλω να είμαι ειλικρινής μαζί σου.

Η γυναίκα τον κοίταξε με ενδιαφέρον, ενθαρρύνοντάς τον να συνεχίσει.

-Πιστεύω ότι η Σχέση μας, 

πρέπει να βασίζεται στην Ελευθερία της βούλησης και των δυο μας. Θέλω να είμαστε Μαζί, 

αλλά μόνο αν το θέλεις κι εσύ πραγματικά. 

Δεν θέλω να νιώθεις ότι πρέπει να κρύβεις τα αληθινά σου Συναισθήματα, 

ή να επιλέγεις κάτι που δεν σ' εκφράζει πλήρως.

Η γυναίκα χαμογέλασε, 

νιώθοντας την ειλικρίνεια στα Λόγια του. 

-Καταλαβαίνω τι λες. 

 

Κι εγώ Νιώθω ότι συχνά δεν τολμούμε να εκφραστούμε Ελεύθερα, φοβούμενοι την Κριτική ή την Απόρριψη.

Αλλά Μαζί σου, 

Νιώθω ότι μπορώ να είμαι ο εαυτός μου.

Ο άντρας ένιωσε μια ανακούφιση να τον πλημμυρίζει. 

-Αυτό ακριβώς Θέλω κι εγώ. 

Να μπορούμε να μιλάμε ανοιχτά, 

να εκφράζουμε τις Επιθυμίες μας, 

και ν' αποφεύγουμε την Αγανάκτηση που προέρχεται από τον Κορεσμό. 

Θέλω να ζήσουμε την Ελευθερία της Σκέψης και της Δράσης, 

να δημιουργήσουμε μια Σχέση, 

που θα είναι Δώρο για τις Ψυχές μας.

Η γυναίκα έπιασε το χέρι του και τον κοίταξε στα μάτια. 

-Είμαι έτοιμη να ζήσω αυτή την Ελευθερία Μαζί σου. 

Ας δημιουργήσουμε μια Σχέση, 

που θα βασίζεται στην αμοιβαία κατανόηση και την ειλικρίνεια.

Με τα χέρια τους ενωμένα και τις Καρδιές τους ανοιχτές, 

ξεκίνησαν ένα νέο κεφάλαιο στη Ζωή τους, 

γεμάτο Ελευθερία, Αρμονία και αληθινή Αγάπη.

-Μόνο μία τέτοια Ελεύθερη Σχέση, 

μπορεί να μας οδηγήσει σε Δεσμό !

-Δυστυχώς όμως, εσύ έλειπες από το καφέ που έγινε αυτός ο Διάλογος.

-Ψυχή μου ! 

-Πάλι σε φαντάστηκα ;

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089 - In the Stars of Love

089 - In the Stars of Love

On a distant planet, where the stars shine brighter than ever before, lived a couple, the "Others".

The "Other" (male) and the "Other" (female) were two Souls 

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pt; text-align: center;">united in the expanse of Eternity.

The "Other," with eyes like two galaxies,

 was the poet of the planet.

He wrote verses about the Light of the Stars 

and the Love that binds them together.

The "Other" (female), with hair like poems 

made of shimmering threads, 

was the artist who painted the Sky 

with colors from the palette of her Heart.

Every night, they sat on the balcony in each other's arms, 

gazing at the Stars.

He would write verses about their Love, 

while she painted the Sky with the colors of Harmony.

One night, when the greatest Star shone most intensely, 

the "Other" wrote a verse for her:

- You are my light, my sunrise and my sunset. 

In the cosmos of stars, you are my most radiant moment.

She looked at him, her eyes filled with Love, and said:

- You are the most beautiful Star I have ever seen. 

On the planet of Love, you are my Sky.

The two of them continued to dance 

to the rhythm of Love upon their stars. 

The stars glittered like diamonds, 

and their paths formed inexplicable patterns.

One day, as they walked across the vast plain of their planet, 

they found an old lamp. 

The "Other" took it in his hands and said:

- Look, this lamp has hidden within it all the wishes of humanity. 

Let us light it, and make a wish together.

She smiled and agreed. 

Holding each other close, they lit the lamp. 

They closed their eyes and wished:

- May we continue to dance among the Stars, 

to discover the secrets of the Universe,

 and to Love each other forever, just as we do now".

The lamp began to glow more intensely, 

as if confirming their wish.

The couple continued to walk on their planet, 

Embraced, with the Light of the Stars accompanying them.

Their Story kept writing new Pages, in the Stars of Love.

- My Soul!

- In the Perseids that we did not see, but which became our home!

 

89 - Στ’ Αστέρια της Αγάπης

89 - Στ’ Αστέρια της Αγάπης

Σ’ ένα μακρινό πλανήτη, 

όπου τ’ αστέρια λάμπουν πιο φωτεινά από ποτέ, 

ζούσε ένα ζευγάρι, οι Άλλοι. 

Ο Άλλος και η Άλλη, 

ήταν δύο Ψυχές που ενώθηκαν στον χώρο της Αιωνιότητας.

Ο Άλλος, με τα μάτια του σαν δύο γαλαξίες, 

ήταν ο ποιητής του πλανήτη. 

Έγραφε στιχάκια για το Φως των Αστεριών, 

και την Αγάπη που τα ενώνει. 

Η Άλλη, με τα μαλλιά της σαν ποιήματα από αστραφτερά νήματα, 

ήταν η καλλιτέχνης που ζωγράφιζε τον Ουρανό με χρώματα, 

από την παλέτα της Καρδιάς της.

Κάθε βράδυ μαζί, 

καθόντουσαν στο μπαλκόνι αγκαλιά,

και κοιτούσαν τ’ Αστέρια. 

Εκείνος, έγραφε στιχάκια για την Αγάπη τους. 

Εκείνη, ζωγράφιζε τον Ουρανό με τα χρώματα της Αρμονίας.

Μια νύχτα, 

όταν το μεγαλύτερο Αστέρι έλαμπε πιο έντονα, 

ο Άλλος έγραψε ένα στιχάκι για την Άλλη :

Φως μου, είσαι η Ανατολή 

 και η Δύση μου. 

Στον διάκοσμο των αστεριών, 

είσαι η πιο λαμπρή μου στιγμή.

Η Άλλη τον κοίταξε με τα μάτια της γεμάτα Αγάπη και είπε :

Εσύ, είσαι το πιο όμορφο Αστέρι που έχω δει. 

Στον πλανήτη της Αγάπης, είσαι ο Ουρανός μου.

Ο Άλλος και η Άλλη, 

συνέχισαν να χορεύουν στο ρυθμό της Αγάπης, 

πάνω στ’ αστέρια τους.

Τα αστέρια έλαμπαν σαν διαμάντια, 

και οι διαδρομές τους σχημάτιζαν ανεξήγητα σχήματα.

Μια μέρα, 

καθώς περπατούσαν στη αχανή πεδιάδα του πλανήτη τους, 

βρήκαν ένα παλιό λυχνάρι. 

Ο Άλλος το πήρε στα χέρια του και είπε :

-Δες Άλλη, αυτό το λυχνάρι έχει κρύψει μέσα του, 

όλες τις ευχές των ανθρώπων. 

Ας το ανάψουμε, και ας ευχηθούμε κάτι μαζί.

Η Άλλη χαμογέλασε και συμφώνησε. 

Μαζί κρατήθηκαν αγκαλιά, και άναψαν το λυχνάρι. 

Έκλεισαν τα μάτια τους και ευχήθηκαν :

-Να συνεχίσουμε να χορεύουμε στ’ Αστέρια, 

ν’ ανακαλύπτουμε τα μυστικά του Κόσμου, 

και ν’ Αγαπιόμαστε για πάντα, όπως τώρα.

Το λυχνάρι άρχισε να λάμπει πιο έντονα, 

σαν να επιβεβαίωσε την ευχή τους. 

Το ζευγάρι, συνέχισε να περπατά στον πλανήτη τους, 

αγκαλιά, με το Φως των Αστεριών να τους συνοδεύει.

Η Ιστορία τους έγραφε νέες Σελίδες, στ’ Αστέρια της Αγάπης.

-Ψυχή μου !

-Στις Περσείδες που δεν είδαμε, αλλά που έγιναν το σπίτι μας !

 

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Βουστροφηδόν — Train your Brain like a Bull.

Δώρο για κάθε Ψυχή · A gift for every Soul

— Ελληνικά —

Έφτιαξα κάτι μικρό. Κάτι που δεν ζητάει λογαριασμό, δεν πουλάει τίποτα, και δεν σε κρατάει φυλακισμένο σε οθόνες γεμάτες διαφημίσεις.

Λέγεται Βουστροφηδόν.

Γράφεις κανονικά ελληνικά — όπως μιλάς, όπως σκέφτεσαι. Και το κείμενο γυρίζει σαν το όργωμα του βοδιού: μία γραμμή δεξιά, η επόμενη αριστερά. βοῦς (βόδι) + στροφή.

Δεν είναι κόλπο για εντυπωσιασμό. Είναι άσκηση. Ο νους μένει ξύπνιος. Το μάτι διαβάζει αλλιώς. Το μυαλό γυμνάζεται — απαλά, παιχνιδιάρικα, χωρίς πίεση.

Train your Brain like a Bull.

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Δοκίμασε δύο λεπτά. Γράψε μια σκέψη σου. Κοίτα την να αλλάζει φορά. Κράτα ό,τι σου μιλάει.

Χωρίς εγγραφή. Χωρίς διακομιστή δικό μας που σε παρακολουθεί. Απλά εσύ, το κείμενο, και λίγη εγρήγορση.

— English —

I made something small. Something that asks for no account, sells nothing, and does not trap you on screens full of ads.

It is called Boustrophedon (Βουστροφηδόν).

You write normally — as you speak, as you think. And the text turns like the ploughing of the ox: one line rightward, the next leftward. From Greek βοῦς (ox) + στροφή (turn).

It is not a trick for show. It is practice. The mind stays awake. The eye reads differently. The brain trains — gently, playfully, without pressure.

Train your Brain like a Bull.

Open it here:
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Try two minutes. Write a thought. Watch it change direction. Keep what speaks to you.

No signup. No server of ours watching you. Just you, the text, and a little alertness.

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088 - The Bouquet of the Soul

088 - The Bouquet of the Soul

A Good Morning, a Smile, and a Kiss in the Air!

Your Kiss was transformed into a Butterfly.

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er;">It came and perched upon my own Flower.

The Flower is the higher vision,

(An-thos in Greek language, as "Higher View"),

within my Thought, in the temple of my Soul.

Your Butterfly

carried the pollen from the Flower where it began,

that is, from you, my Soul.

The Action brought Reaction.

Immediately, in the garden of my Soul,

the blossom of my Flower

was fertilized and multiplied.

It became a Bouquet of Soul-flowers,

to return the Fragrance to you,

to your own Soul!

 - My Soul!

I thanked you outwardly with a Smile.

In this way, I returned the Joy you offered me.

- My Soul!

The time has come to clothe yourself in Patience,

to read a long Greek Mantinada I wrote for you.

I may not be able to give you palaces,

but I can lighten the burden of your Soul.

I will tell you a story;

my only desire is to bring you joy.

A beautiful Butterfly left from you, 

and came to rest upon me, my dear heart.

You sent it as a gift to thank me, 

and I prepared a gift for your happiness in return.

It cannot be touched or eaten;

perhaps it has no material value.

But you know the effort I put into its preparation.

It is invisible, yet it is true.

A "Bouquet of the Soul" for you, my Life.

I wrapped it up to deliver it to you;

each little blossom a wish dedicated to you.

Know that I have you in my mind, 

every moment, every minute my little talisman.

You have become the heartbeat in my words;

the day begins and ends with you.

I cannot close my eyes all day;

I think of you constantly, and at night I sigh.

With you, my Love, I wake,

and with you I face the evening.

I yearn for you 

and I feel myself changing.

Something has happened to my heart;

it won’t stop racing.

Should I run to the doctor to see what is wrong?

It beats so fast I think it will break.

The doctor told me: 

"Calm down, rest a little.

Breathe slower so it may subside."

Like a small boat that has sprung a leak,

you feel like you are sinking.

Deep emotions make you feel afraid.

He told me: 

"Lie down, sleep a bit.

I want you to relax now in your bed."

Immediately I left and went home;

I must sleep, to close my eyes for a while.

Perhaps I will see you there again,

and perhaps something will happen.

I miss you, my eyes; I miss you, my life.

Is it called Eros? 

Is it called Longing?

I truly don’t know what I feel, my Soul.

Do not let your mind go to something "bad" or "shrewd".

I simply desire to have you in my life.

Oh, if only I could see you up close for a moment,

to read you a quick fairy tale.

I know I am "naughty" toward you,

but rest assured: I do not intrude into your courtyard.

I respect your garden and I simply admire it.

Unless you tell me to enter,I stand hesitant outside.

I admire the form of your body,

but I bow even more to your upbringing.

The one who raised you deserves a thousand gifts.

I believe her name must have been Pandora,

because she gave you as a gift to this creation.

For the whole world to see and admire you.

Some lucky ones came near you and saw you;

they were instantly lost in the "Fragrance of your Soul".

The same happened to me when I first saw you.

I breathed your scent and lost my own sense of smell, 

but that fragrance remained in my life forever.

I wanted to write to you about this experience,

but where could I find the space to compose it?

I wanted you to fit onto a page,

but you cannot be contained within sheets of paper.

So, I moved with the pace of our era,

and wrote it on the PC instead of paper.

A digital document for you, my Soul,

so I can record my thoughts here.

Forgive my exaggeration, my beauty.

I am starting a journey now with you 

as my fellow traveler.

Or am I alone and you are an illusion?

I will chart this little journey for you;

I have started it 

and I want to reach the destination.

Do not ask me where; 

I haven’t learned yet.

I will set sail for the place you desire.

In all the world I traveled, I saw only one thing:

your absence, which I named Hope.

Hope that I might find you and meet you,

so I can start my life anew.

Just as I was ready to set sail again,

the moment I gazed upon you, 

I needed courage.

Whatever I do or say, 

let it not become a burden to you.

I must give you a new thought, a new name,

and with this name, light up the world.

The new name I gave you is The Lighthouse.

Because you lit my way,

so that Death would not take me.

You placed Light within my Essence,

and my life gained immense value.

When I glimpsed your Light,I wanted to take it 

and keep it in my heart forever.

I told you earlier that I feel like I'm sinking,

but with your Light now, I shine and I change.

Now I am no longer afraid; I have gained Worth,

because you water the mind with Light and Essence.

I see your Soul as a sea, 

my dear, and I travel there.

I swim in your ocean and sail in happiness.

There, you can bring storms where others sank like ships.

But you transform and become "like oil",

so that their souls do not end up in Hades.

Love and compassion reside in your Soul.

I will sing of your excellence all day long.

I did not "hunt" you, I want you to know that.

I don't know if it was fated perhaps you know?

I lay down to rest a little,but I didn't sleep a wink

from the anticipation of my "mission" at dawn.

And now I run quickly back to the garden 

the Garden of the Soul to dwell there.

To feed my dreams quickly with 

Light and Essenceso they may grow.

They will give their blossoms back to Humanity.

I went to the garden of the Soul to pick flowers 

each flower a thought of mine to deliver to you.

The fragrance of my soul from many flowers

will perhaps one day become beautiful songs.

Yes, I dedicate the fragrance of the Soul to you;

wear it so I may look upon you with pride.

I want you to read this and travel there.

Find the one who wrote it and forgive him 

"forgive" meaning to give him space

within the home of your heart.

For he is sincere and full of integrity.

Let him eat at your table,his soul nourished by your crumbs.

Your food is always Nectar and Ambrosia,

offered with joy for Immortality.

You grant immortality to mortals who possess you,

so they may rejoice and taste the Light and your fragrance.

Thank you for letting me see into your heart,

to see the seat of the Soul.

When I saw deeper into your heart,

I chose to fight to stay here near you.

It is legitimate for me to want what I want,

but it is "proper" and "right" for the other to want it too.

The "must" belongs to authority;

the "proper" belongs to Value.

The first is pressure; the other is freedom.

I felt this "Soul-Alloy" early on,

and I wanted to slowly reach that place with you.

That is why I wrote these things, to prepare you.

My Soul, I never wanted to frighten you.

If I did, I shout a thousand apologies.

I only wanted to give you joy.

If I didn’t succeed, may I not be saved.

My Life, if you didn’t like this little poem, forget it 

I wrote you a fairy tale too.

And if that doesn’t touch you either,

throw them both into the Lake of Oblivion.

Let them sink to the bottom immediately,

so they never upset your Soul.

I know I tired you, and I ask for your forgiveness.

It takes courage to tell this story.

I know you didn't want me to write anything,

but ask me I’m about to burst.

This is a "Confession of the Soul," you know it.

But I will not enter a prison, even if you wish it.

I am free and I Love Me,

because I Loved You.

To read this story,

I built you a starship so you can fly away.

These things don't happen here, in this physical space,

but Souls can—if only they wish it.

My heart, I bid you farewell, full of harmony.

My being now swims in happiness.

If I gave you sorrow on top of your burdens,

when you see me in person, do not spare me.

Come and slap this audacity of mine.

But if I gave you joy amidst your sorrows,

send your butterfly again for me to catch.

This story has reached its end.

But do not think you will ever be an "end" for me.

The reason is a wound: The arrow of Eros!

You are my cure, my heart, my soul,

when I have you in my mind.

I thank you from my heart, my Soul, my Angel!

Light, my little Rose, my Higher Self!

- My Soul!

- Thank you for the Butterfly you sent me!