Creatures of clay — Alexis karpouzos
Creatures of clay, vain dwellers in the dust,
lonely, we roam like the cloud, the wind, the wave,
Nor will of man, nor blood, nor birth, nor death
Can raise a soul to heaven, only love, the new creation,
and all we see is a shadow of things unseen,
and time that comes to flee Is but the broken echo of a rhyme
In heart’s great epic of Eternity.
Heedless and blind to Wisdom’s wasted light!
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alexis karpouzos
Alexis karpouzos is a philosopher, spiritual teacher and author. After attending philosophy and social studies courses at the Athens School of Philosophy and political science courses at the Athens Law School, he continued his studies in psychoanalysis and the psychology of learning. His is the founder of the international center of learning, research and culture in Greece. The center has contacts and partnerships in 15 countries. More than 12.000 people have participated in the lessons and community's actions.
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