FANIS

(Eros = the drawing forces of the Universe )

Orfeus who said everything about Gods,

called Fanis the glorious one,

the one with the sperm of Creation.

The scriptures call him the supreme God,

the Source,

cause He is the one who, in multiple labors,

brought everything in light.

He is the one who makes the primordial egg to hutch

and allows all aspects of mater

to surge with an unceasing force,

the one who reveals the Thunder,

the flower of the dark fire,

resting in the hollows of the Worlds,

he is the one who makes it appear

And from this fire made out of thick primordial darkness

originate his pure and loving rays...

Aethir, the fire of Heaven,

till that moment in stillness,

starts flowing

and reveals to the Gods the Light,

the eyes delight

we nowadays call Fanis

and Dionysos

and good minded God

and perfect Glow.

Some of the people who live on earth

call him also with other names.

He is the first born,

and the people called him Dionyso,

cause he vibrates the way matter vibrates

to the distant edges

of the infinite and shining heaven.

And he is changing form all the time,

so that, according to era,

we call him with different names

and surnames...

Proklos to Timaeos, 137,6,11

(Translation from the ancient Greek by me )

 

 

...and the great miracle,

the glory of which will never perish,

Delos daughters,

servants of the Onehundredarrow Archer.

After they praise in hymns Apollo and Leto

and the arrow bearing Artemis,

they rivive with their hymns

the memory

of ancient men and women,

enchanting

all human races.

They imitate all human voices and gestures,

so that anyone whould think,

that he is the one who sings,

so perfect was their Song...

 

Homeric Hymn to Apollo (155-164)

 

Immortality

These shining stars in the sky

are probably already extinguished,

are probably no more,

that what we see is only their past.

Let's hope though

our Delian Nights,

the people we lived with

and now somewhere else,

still live

an eternal Now,

up there,

like a shine from a far away star

Up there

there is always someone staring,

at the moments

of me being in love with you,

of you being in love with me.

 

 

by Athina