Xenia means Hospitality —
an ancient Greek protection for the weary and the free,
for the travelers crossing a relentless sea,
for the ones taking seriously
improving the world with their creativity —
Let them have respite in staggering beauty,
in pure grandeur and lucent history
that moves their minds beyond what’s petty,
lifts their hearts past every drudgery.
Divine guest-friendship is our piety,
which Zeus bestows with warm propriety … and endless, artful, transformative variety.
In the Four Seasons of the planet’s spin
here at the storied Astir in this Saronic wind,
many stood tall when Xerxes fleet sailed in,
they realized the prophecy of Salamis’ end.
From these sands too came pivotal decisions
of Gorbachev, Thatcher, Karamanlis the Champion,
Kennedy, Kohl, Carter, Mandela, Mitterrand,
while blazing to and fro were stars silver-screened
by Old Hollywood’s glow in a sun-drenched scene,
Newman, Bardot, Bisset, Heston, even John Wayne.
So Nureyev danced and Mouskouri sang,
Onassis laughed and The Beatles jammed … now the stars all rise again.
Come in, friend, consider this freeing space
where abundance of spirit defines every face.
Architecture of the past offers timeless grace —
temples, cathedrals, skyscrapers all found their place —
but today what physical buildings etch and illustrate
who we are in a world of digitized pace?
where distributed nexi connect grid-to-database?
It’s where ideas are conferenced, it’s where people interface,
it’s here — Nafsika, Arion answering with Design’s ace
and Hippocrates’ spa pulling you away from the race
to be protected by Poseidon, comforted by Zoster’s embrace.
Athena is close and the Hymettian bee, now leave your case … and come with me.