Lisa and Little Halkios
Message from Lisa
I have lived in California my entire life and, while I do not live near the ocean, it is where I am at the most peace and where my soul always longs to be. I’ve always dreamed of traveling extensively both throughout the States as well as around the world. I may not be able to accomplish that dream, but I am blessed in that I do have friends scattered throughout the map.
The first time I considered myself a “writer,” I was in sixth grade and had just finished handwriting a fifty page story. Soon after, I discovered poetry. Over the decades, countless prose and poetry later, I still possess a love of writing. Through a social networking site, I became part of a close-knit writing community and developed life-long friends in the process (hence those scattered throughout the map). Through this experience, I was invited to take part in the Diary of Angels. I spent approximately two weeks with the Diary, and remember sitting in awe as I looked through its pages – marveling at the Customs forms from the countries its traveled. I held something in my hands that contained the love and incredible talent of the dear friends who had contributed to the Diary before me, feeling their presence in their penmanship and artistry, and curiously read the words of those whom I didn’t know, yet were connected to by this project. It was an amazing and humbling experience, and I am deeply honored to have been invited to include some of my favorite poems in this Diary.
Lisa's Poem About Love
I'm including a Pantoum I wrote about the way I interpret love - pure and open, two becoming one.
If you love me, then paint me a picture of your soul.
Let me touch your colors until your paint bleeds with mine.
The interpretation of our vision makes us whole
as the places where you end and I begin intertwine.
Let me touch your colors until your paint bleeds with mine:
a canvas layered with discovery by our fingertips.
As the places where you end and I begin intertwine,
I realize you were the one all along, and my heart skips.
A canvas layered with discovery by our fingertips
whispers of eternal promises waiting for us to unfold.
I realize you were the one all along, and my heart skips;
everything I could ever need, is nestled within your hold.
Whispers of eternal promises waiting for us to unfold:
the interpretation of our vision makes us whole.
Everything I could ever need, is nestled within your hold.
If you love me, then paint me a picture of your soul.
Tribute to Dahlia from Halkios
We also collaborated writing together a story, the romance between a Red Angel and a Daisie. I produced a Halkoem with two of our poems Fall and Sun
Collaboration "Sunflower Fields"
(HALKOEM)
Credits
Photography by Halkios
(more at Sunflower Fields | HALKOGRAPHY 2008 in Flickr)
Video and Videoart by Halkios
(more at Sunflower Fields in Youtube)
Model Yannis
Music from the Impressionists
Eric's Satie
"3rd Gymnopedie"
A Windham Hill Production
with Alex de Grassi and Paul McCandless
(STORY)
Sunflower fields by Dahlia & Halkios
Sunflower fields
Fields of never ending beauty
Placed in, nowhere in time
But in space;
Bathed in eternal orange light
Stroked by breezes of effervescent bright
Flower fields, sun’s reels, under the soft dawn’s caress
Waving in Red and yellow, made the amber seeds to collapse
Unfurled, they revealed a beautiful fairy
Blue fallen stars’ dust tale sprinkled throughout her hair, White wings,
Sparkling, underneath a vibrant yellow halo
Her name was Daisie
Clouds
As they shake, they sound;
They make noises like a lion,
He makes them smile, and they bring rainbows
They burst into colors, and play a song with seven notes
And as they slid down, those
They say in words profound
"Love is not a secret but the secret is to love..."
Emotions
Liquefied emotions through tears drop in yellow rain
The color of sky, grey blue, turned turquoise
His heartbeat vibrating turmoil steered ether,
And his heart, deep scarlet red, a flaming rose
Heated his chest and evaporated in sweat
Sighed made a Sound that troubled the wind
And heaved the clouds
So that he would gaze
Through the rainbow’s curtain
Her lingering call
And she stretches her hands towards him,
His wings fiery red formed a heart...
And he with trembling hands wide open,
Started to burn; falling for her
His heart which was grand
Turned from red hues to amber,
And the heat that he felt, lifted his soul
As both came to be, pure Love ever after
He glows, he sings; "Love is not a secret but the secret is to love..."
He bows to the beautiful fairy; he met, in the garden of the sun,
The fairy whose name was Daisy, enamor, in love.
And tells her:
“You see, the garden is you, your spiritual world,
And this sole flower is you, your aspect in this little garden.
A fairy called Daisy, in the Garden of the Sun
Dahlia, a Sunflower and a Daisy;
Soul, Spirit and Body”
Altogether One…
She said:
” I love the way you see things;Thank you for spending the evening with me. I don't think I would have made it to the New Year's; without you, in ways, that kept me awake”
And she heard him saying:
“I believe the reason we are here together it’s because our spiritual worlds are so great that they meet no boundaries of space; far or less, they also exist in time; I really hope you entered the year with good emotion”,
“I am trying” he replied.
She took then, a sunflower from the fields and inside and on the flower’s seed case she placed their memory and kissed the petals. The petals then fold and embraced the memory, forever sealed, forever safe.
Their Love would remain locked in the sunflower.
They would breathe together and forever, its scent.
They would be forever safe, inside, like all the rest,
in the Sunflower Field, Dahlia's Sun Garden...
Dahlia
~ FALL ~
Fall
with me
into Fall.
Live the season
through a child's eyes:
Raking up leaf piles
only to jump into them.
Stroll with me in the afternoon
and find joy in the most simple things.
Or, live the season through a lover's eyes:
Build me a fire as the day closes.
Kneel before it, share the heat with me.
No need for that hot cocoa now.
As it gets warmer, I melt
from the heat of your gaze.
The fire dances.
We keep tempo
wordlessly.
Fall with
me.
Halkios
~ Sun~
I am 10 storms under
10 rainbows up
I am an angel,
a drop of the sun's tears
I am the one
who seeks the warmth
in your arms
I am falling from above
descending in Love
to receive your touch
that will dry my tears
Note recorded on Facebook and Myspace on the following dates:
on Tuesday, February 17, 2009 at 6:00am
on Myspace
and Halkoem uploaded on Youtube
Uploaded by Halkios on Feb 17, 2009
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