Written by Konstantinos Konstantinidis Amphiktyon
It is time, my soul, to speak to you, and to honor you and give you a rose to thank you. All along you have been something of mine, myself, inherited from the family. Only recently have I realized that you are something special, another being sent from elsewhere. So I want to say these words to you For almost a century you have faithfully served me in my body, imprisoned, I keep you and torment you. You have never shown me hostility, nor have you suffered from illness in all the time I have hosted you, imprisoned, you serve it bravely and obediently. You were always with me, devoted to all things, you suffered with me, reconciled The hunger of the Occupation, my soul, when I had become skin and bones, poverty and terrible destitution that endangered your existence and mine. You were the first to feel my father’s execution and you announced the fatal blow to me that morning, even though we are quite far away, but it struck you in the heart. The German Nazi changed both of our lives, from a nobleman I became a poor child from now on and my existence was in danger, you supported me then, you were my pure Soul my only strength You were struggling in the civil war from pain lest I become a Greek killer and then you shed tears for both of us at the same time, even if secretly, all of Greece’s children were carried away, you whispered silently. For a time you lived with a split personality oppressed to the point of suffocation, but you endured and acquired your own entity, your consciousness with your own identity disappeared. I remember you flying for a while like a butterfly out of my body when it was found collapsed from the fig tree, with my childish breathing stopped and yet you did not abandon me but returned again in a hurry. My soul, you live in today, tomorrow and yesterday, and the world fascinates you in eternity. You kept yourself pure and did not contaminate me with bad toxins, you were always drawn to places with sunbeams and the spiritual flashes of “Being” and the philosophers in Athens. Your first love hurt you a lot that fateful night, but you did not hold hatred for her, nor malice and you always wished her well. My body tyrannized you and my military life, but you patiently tolerated everything. All these years that you spent with me, I ignored you, my good soul, I took you for granted, only now I discovered that we are two different sizes under the same roof. I see you gloomy and cloudy. No, don’t worry, the time has not yet come for us to part, only the gods know and will tell us in time, until then we will live together. And what have I not done for you and you endure everything faithfully within my breasts, a captive You advised me which path to follow. You stood calmly even in my critical moments so that I would not go astray. When the engine on the plane caught fire and when it was struck by another lightning bolt, you were sober before everyone died, and in the incident at Syntagma with the Gestapo, you gave me saving advice and showed courage and admirable patriotism You taught me calmness, you gave me morale and endurance. You tolerated all my idiosyncrasies, my failures and setbacks, my morning exercises, even though you always asked to be in nature, at sea and in the countryside, I confine you to the office behind a computer but I take you hiking every day. You tolerate all my whims with ease, even when logic speaks, but often irrationality too. You forgave me for everything, even with some hesitation. You never wanted to embitter me or betray me, and when for a moment I wanted to go astray, you, more than my cold logic, pulled me back on the right path. You gave the right importance to money so that I could gain some independence, you left the above for others, the oligarchs and the great. You often told me either you will serve the spirit or you will acquire money. both do not fit in one shoe, that is what happened in our common home To you I owe my longevity and the bliss of my life. Now that I have also rested and withdrawn from life because I have grown old and you are a little tired, I thank you because you take care of the Parkinson’s disease soul and live harmoniously, you show her kindness and an unbreakable bond unites us. I only have one complaint to express to you: You never revealed to me where you will go when I lose you someday. While you have revealed everything to me, you keep this seven-sealed secret and in the end with a goodbye from me you will part. I do not know if the adventure we lived together and the experiences have filled you and if in the future you will use them in the eternal cycle that you may continue. Whatever it is, I wish you to perpetuate your cycle in eternity. For now, united in life until it ends I often catch you wandering in the Beyond. Are you perhaps searching for some previous reincarnation there? It was a true confession without end (24/10/25)
*Amphiktyon Major General Konstantinos Konstantinidis Author, Member of the Society of Greek Writers http://www.amphiktyon.blogspot.com (My main blog AMPHIKTYON ARTICLES & BOOKS-POEMS(old) AMPHIKTYON.BLOGSPOT.COM (In English) ANCIENT OLYMPICS-ATHLETICS (The Olympic Games) amphiktyon-poetry.blogspot.com (My poetry collection) AMPHIKTYONBOOKS (Books, Studies and timeless texts) https://amphiktyon.org (My personal website)