I created much of the above synthesis
during intervals of watching
the following video.
As a composer and pianist at heart,
a global Greek and quite Scorpionic myself,
I’ve always soared with Yanni’s soul expression.
Thanks also to his synastry at work with his violinist,
this live performance sweeps the audience off their feet.
In this illusion of time, may we be awakening to
more and more joyful Divine Love
Until The Last Moment:
doesn’t actually mean
they always have to smile.
You don’t see them around, for
they don’t have enough to go around.
Homelessness looming over their heads.
they still share your building so gratefully.
You’re struggling middle class, they outcasts,
their endless effort cancelled out by sabotages
so heavy you don’t have the nerve to listen to.
You cannot handle how they make ends meet.
You’d rather share more reasonable challenges.
So you prefer accusing them of avoiding you,
of being too anything to change their lives.
They are among the ones who change all,
and exactly therefore they could never
live up to this world’s expectations,
now not even to your stereotypes
of the servitude of poverty.
They’ve been serving more
than you can imagine.
Their humility is
to be accepted
as readily as the
power they exude,
so gentle and yet scary,
because it makes you ponder
that under this load of theirs,
you would be crushed for sure.
Alien to your alliances, they seem
lost in the abode of Hades and yet
glowing with enviable brightness.
So easy to keep stepping on them,
guiltlessly increasing their debts,
saying you do hope for their best,
that somehow they (o paradox)
find some decent jobs and be
paying even more taxes,
keep the system alive,
to become normal,
functional cogs of your
whose fakeness sickens you
with fear-based metaphysics.
But the system works for you.
They are Not here to destroy it,
but regardless of their intention,
it’s them, its rejects who threaten
your worldview in a silent way,
the economy with loud collapse.
Your reflection in them’s weird,
their mirror here for a reason.
Do they ever force it on you?
Don’t they applaud your
ensuring the survival
of you and yours?
they will feel
if your turn comes
to be in their shoes.
Freude for them is
too deep an ode,
a constant like
and one day
talk behind their back
and even feel jealous of
genuinely happy people,
know it is deep suffering
they have been transmuting
that makes them appreciative
of the purpose of everything,
every good or bad thing
in Everyone’s life.
Their breath is
not of this
are the ones who
This is how
to be breathing
in this illusion.
You always share
their every breath.
Why not make yours
a blessing for them too?
Open to higher consciousness
and transform this world in Love.
Bow to the divinity in one another
and be genuinely happy.
It is time.
A good time
for spreading sacredness.
Leon From Hades to Light, Summer of 2016
The Mirror Principle
There once was a canine, a bitter lone small dog who roamed through the beauty of India. He reaches a palace, so awesome it sparkles, seems empty, let’s see what this place hides. He’s never seen mirrors, all walls here are mirrors, his selves gather, eyes fixed on him. What are all these strangers, oh boy, I hate strangers, they couldn’t care less about me. They piss me off, I see red, I’m barking my lungs out, I know they will fear, they’ll surrender. It’s me or it’s them now, just watch who’s the toughest, I’ll bark, I’ll go mad, they should stop soon. He barks and he froths and he fights, shows his worth, they still hate him, the eyes do tell all. What more can I do now, they look so distraught, but I don’t think they’ll ever give in. He went on and on, till his breath lost all strength, till his soul’s light so dim left this world.
Years later a new dog, a sweet lonely doggy, found his way to this same old palace. Astounded, so happy, like crazy he whimpers, Friends FRIENDS friends! Friends FRIENDS friends! Friends FRIENDS friends! Look at them! They love me like I do, tails wagging, jumps, rolling, what more can you ask for to stay strong! I feel like a puppy, so free to live life now, spread joy, make this WHOLE world shine bright!
Leon From Hades to Light, April 2016
Herzlichen Dank für die Inspiration an liebe Heidrun.
for the shocked by
the sex attacks
behind the scenes
such a threat,
is pink, not green.
Such a challenge,
dry some tears,
aching when war
ensnares most minds,
drags them down
Dear Pink Ones:
You’re not hazy;
You are perfect!
You are You,
the big picture;
North Node Pisces
know this too.
can see through
lies we endure.
in their time.
Leon From Hades to Light, January 2016
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Ψυχή μου, σάρκα πάλι εμπνέεις.
Αγάπη Ιερή! Θυμήσου:
Όσο το Φως σου απλόχερο
Αιώνια η δύναμή σου
Πάνω απ’ αυτό που οι πολλοί ζουν
σιγά ειρήνη απλώνεις
Βλέπεις καθάριες τις ψυχές
κι ό,τι αγαπάς το σώνεις
Βαριά ώρα όταν έρχεται
Άγγελοι σε επιστρέφουν
Πρώτα όμως, γλύκα απ’ την καρδιά!
Δώσε όλα όσα τρέφουν
Λέων εκ του Άδη προς το Φως, Πρωτοχρονιά 2016
* * *
My soul, you’re incarnate again
Don’t stray from Love. Remember
The brighter you offer Light Divine
the stronger your Forever
Above what most will analyze
is peace you spread out freely
thus seeing clear essence of souls
your lovelight saves all deeply
When it’s your time, the angels come
carry you back, so tired
Now share your sweet life through your heart
You won’t leave unexpired
Leon from Hades to Light, New Year’s Day 2016
When the best days of your life
feel over too soon
Look over the horizon,
behind the crescent moon
Out in the forever,
beyond Jupiter and Mars
There’s far more to the universe
than the brightest shining stars
Lyrics from David Garrett’s and Nicole Scherzinger’s Serenity
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Brothers, be wise, conquer yourselves;
Sisters, stay strong, Goddess is near;
patriarchy’s winter’s fading.
Leon From Hades to Light, October 2015
For Rose, a dear classmate of mine we recently reunited with for the first time since 1985, a cancer survivor who totally shares Plutonia’s pain because of an equally destructive father. For her beloved aunt, her “second mom” whose funeral we attended this Saturday and heard about her completely unfulfilled life.