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PoetryMarchtogaza

I am part of the Global March to Gaza movement. Part of my offering is to hold space , live Vigil, alongside other co-hosts for the sisters and brothers who March, with their feet to Rafah’s borders, committed and tenaciously present , for the liberation of ALL of us.


At a time when things appear to collapse there is only one mission in my heart and soul, to hold space for the collapse , rooted in ferocious trust for the emergence of the new , the soft and tender Humanity of Us.


To hold space so tenaciously and so tenderly that fear stands no leg .

Join us in the Vigil and prayers here


They Are Coming


They are coming,

Not in wild boots, tanks, or machines,

But in red roses, petals aflame—

Blazing hearts, champions of hope,

Resurrected lovers,

Peaceful warriors, lights of ambient beauty.


They are coming

To sweep through your streets,

To occupy every chamber of your heart

Once shackled, now free.


They will blast gentleness—whispers wrapped in knowing—

Command silence so you might meet yourself

In the mirror of your soul:

The image you always sought,

The one you’ve let haunt you

Again. And again.


Until you finally meet you in their gaze—

Their eyes, a fathomless ocean;

Their arms, vaster than the sky.

They will hold you

In the purity of your birthright,

Their words a salve for your fractured world.


They are the poets: soldiers of truth

Beating the drum of life,

Chanting show up for our humanity,

Songs of forgotten beauty,

Weaving prose into breath,

Marching verse by verse to Gaza.


They will meet you

In your power, your radiant light.

They will baptize you in your own medicine—

Point you to the chalice

Until you’re drunk on your name,

Which is their name, which is our name.


In the heart of this march,

We become the tide for Gaza’s flames.

In meeting them, you will kneel

Upon forgiveness,

Upon the ashes of your forgetting.


They are coming—

Are you ready

To rise? To roar?

To show up?


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Words Maria Kefalogianni during the genocide in Gaza : Image generated by AI , prompted by Maria Kefalogianni, inspired by Azul Thome initial image on “invocation “



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Poem in Greek


Έρχονται


Έρχονται,

Όχι με άγριες μπότες, άρματα ή μηχανές,

Αλλά με κόκκινα τριαντάφυλλα, πέταλα φλεγόμενα—

Φλεγόμενες καρδιές, πρωταθλητές της ελπίδας,

Αναστημένοι εραστές,

Ειρηνικοί πολεμιστές, φώτα της ατμοσφαιρικής ομορφιάς.


Έρχονται

Για να σαρώσουν τους δρόμους σου,

Για να καταλάβουν κάθε θάλαμο της καρδιάς σου

Που ήταν αλυσοδεμένος, τώρα ελεύθερος.


Θα εκραγούν ευγένεια—ψίθυροι τυλιγμένοι σε γνώση—

Θα διατάξουν σιωπή ώστε να συναντήσεις τον εαυτό σου

Στον καθρέφτη της ψυχής σου:

Την εικόνα που πάντα αναζητούσες,

Αυτή που επέτρεψες να σε στοιχειώνει

Μετά. Και μετά.


Μέχρι να συναντήσεις τελικά τον εαυτό σου στη ματιά τους—

Τα μάτια τους, ένας αβυσσαλέος ωκεανός;

Τα χέρια τους, μεγαλύτερα από τον ουρανό.

Θα σε κρατήσουν

Στην αγνότητα του κληρονομιάς σου,

Τα λόγια τους ένα βάλσαμο για τον σπασμένο σου κόσμο.


Είναι οι ποιητές: στρατιώτες της αλήθειας

Χτυπώντας το τύμπανο της ζωής,

Ψάλλοντας «παρουσιάσου για την ανθρωπότητά μας»,

Τραγούδια ξεχασμένης ομορφιάς,

Υφαίνοντας πρόζα σε αναπνοή,

Πορεύοντας στίχο προς στίχο προς τη Γάζα.


Θα σε συναντήσουν

Στην δύναμή σου, το ακτινοβόλο φως σου.

Θα σε βαφτίσουν με το δικό σου φάρμακο—

Θα σου δείξουν το χάλκινο ποτήρι

Μέχρι να μεθάς με το όνομά σου,

Που είναι το δικό τους όνομα, που είναι το όνομά μας.


Στην καρδιά αυτής της πορείας,

Γινόμαστε η παλίρροια για τις φλόγες της Γάζας.

Στην συνάντησή τους, θα γονατίσεις

Επάνω στη συγχώρεση,

Επάνω στις στάχτες της λήθης σου.


Έρχονται—

Είσαι έτοιμος

Να αναδυθείς; Να βρυχηθείς;

Να παρουσιαστείς;


I am looking for poets but also inviting humanity to open her Heart and BRING her offerings ; in verse by verse prose by prose , poems of the heart grief joy and humanity of us.


Stay tuned for the space and launching ,


If you are willing to come on board as a co-host let me know. Reach out.


I also part of the Global Vigil Group for Gaza on Facebook to share our prayers . Join us there too



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In 2019, my own fire became my medicine. A profound consciousness shift into the I AM initiated a two-year "Dark Night of the Soul."  and a treacherous collapse of my Identity. It wasn't a clinical crisis; it was an answer. It was the absolute dissolution of my own perpetual seeking. It left me and i felt Liberated. Ever since the Journey has deepened, revealed my own Dharma in Life throught the Map-less map of the Ancient Mother Spiral. I have resisted to bring this active Inquiry to life because i dont believe in Teachers. I am not a Teacher but a mirror. I m here to point you to who you ARE. 

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What remained was not a "better version" of myself, but a hollowed-out space. A vessel.

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