Sitting in the narrowest cabin
half made of glass half fiberglass
it could be for a death or a birth
Corridors full of standing people side by side as if
They will talk all night but
Sun has set down already and
We have crossed the villages
The bazaars
My devouring eyes
Its now time to sink down
Dim lights
here and there
I have seen a praying man for his cup of meal
presenting this to his own
All gods sit on the road side
Dim lights here and there
The last match has blown out
by the wind alas
alas i cannot write
Write no more
alas
We'll go althogether so
Patience's silence
Change
Change
to a hymn
of surrounder
We'll go Altogether so
towards
The land of the kings
The sun
will rise for us
in a desert
Like a dream
and maybe a dream
Yes we'll go altogether so
Until dawn
...
but for now
I will just watch the stars
from where i lie
and listen to a song
...
Feb 23, 2017
Feb 23, 2017 at 9:18 AM UTC
There is only Love to Love
because Love has a pure mind
There is no word that recalls its antonym
for Love
because All words equal to Love
There is no duality in Love
Love embraces only
There is no renunciation in Love
No owning
No conditions
No sacrifice
No longing
because
Love knows
Questionless
Wordless
All actions as Love
because Love is
because you are
Jan 10, 2017
Jan 10, 2017 at 7:10 PM UTC
What is a day when you wake up in meditation
this body is inseparable from this light
and the mellowly blowing signless flag
singing only to one side
and the brown edge
beckoning
nothing else than its edgeness
Skin having already freed itself from the weight bearing traces of the dust of my mind
capturing smooth
the light –
melting differences over the bumpless
recalling velvety longing
not for the sake of the material but
Saluting
the freedom that has once recorded this twin light
long ago
on such surface
for its manifestation
…
bringing awareness about the tempter
on senses
and again imploding its imaginary cavities
on the touchless curves of a sofa
newly displaying the angle of
its wooden edge
drawing a perfect eighty five degree Invisible line
in space
towards the webless corner -just noticed-
where the eye gets relieved by its neatness
and relaxes
becoming the point of a trivalent stillness
This – the edgy- is a sister of these Sofa legs
Four in all
implying itself as a sexiest part of its couch –
couch of a type – as it says
owning each other
now
Like body and sense
in one posture
and in its remembered object name
and maybe ready to unfold memories Alas
if there would be openness to listen
or if I were what it could allure me to be for its charm
but No – it says nothing this time
mending time through fractals of its becoming my spaceless space
with the old radio set aside
never playing more than its silent tunes for those skaters in an etching of an ancient landscape hanging on the wall above since …
since before the internet age
showcasing a memory that nobody knows and can see or hear but smell maybe
beside a winter blossom
flourishing its inspiration
not understanding each other but requiring the same attention as my body does
or as the realization of a thought that I could not run up that hill as fast as that dog –
a dog being observed behind a glass and I am unsure if this observation could have effect on the style it puts to the run
or if my observation is being observed and that may be a reason of its action as such
as if it does so to show off – Really!
unknowing to who or what
and then again still …
AaaaaW !!!! Shut up!
No no no ! I should stop now
what may make a catch less of a catch
putting things of importance of a day on a scale of indifference
and then again what is this nosy urge
unallowing
interfering
asking for order!?!
It is a play.
See ?!
even if you like it or not
I am in and such is
You yOU YoU
A play as true as the one watching
Same actually –
Same as the one watching
Watching or steeped in
Space in Space
and/or
No Space
and/or
non of these Things
nonetheless
A day remains
Unending
as the mind fades to embrace
Wordless
*Like the day
rainbows are manifesting
from the heart of this inspiration*
Jan 5, 2017
Jan 5, 2017 at 10:04 AM UTC
You are not from this time
I am not from this place
but if time would be place
I would sit across you again
on a lucid carpet and play the games
like a maze
born from your smile
and assigned to me
as yogas
‘for the Play!’
as you would always say
If time would be place
I would become the dance –
particles mingling you to me
we would pass through each other
and heave this universe
just as I have become the light reflection
shining reverse in your pupil
one of on that vase which you've always observed
unmoving
and
without any prejudgment
analyzing breathless what it really is
maybe not so much different than the self
learning the essence from the self
without words
true knowledge remains in the body of experience only
like a mantra
*what makes the eye is what sees the eye
the key is well preserved Timelessly in love*
---
Just as I know moments your thoughts connect to me
Just as I can become your skin again and again
experience this world through your breath
and teach your hunger a lesson
It does not help hiding you through my psoas
if I press the big toes and as the diaphragm falls
these muscles wherein you hide stretch
and O dear one
subtle is the skin we share
through which fingers can pass
not dense – not dense at all!
like any universe born and witnessed by inspiration
and like a sea-squirt I can then digest anything that is past tense
and that’s exactly how I became a raven today
balancing on the thinnest and highest branch of a maple
even a sparrow wouldn't dare
but the gaze of inspiration
Only to see your form one more time
Standing there at the window from a past
Watching the park
You know
It is needless to ask
How
It is not the mind that can answer
neither waves of any sort
Yes you already know
You
immersed in an unmoving gaze
For generations
At different places
In different bodies
Having monumentalized the eagle’s eye
Should know!
because
Immeasurable remains the thingless to things
and Inspiration as it were
Nov 17, 2016
Nov 17, 2016 at 4:48 PM UTC
*it's my last day
it's your last day
it's his last day
it's her last day
it's our last day*
**a day a hundred day
99 th of which has already been**
*it's my last day
it's your last day
it's his last day
it's her last day
it's our last day*
**a day a hundred day
one left already pending**
*it's my last day
it's your last day
it's his last day
it's her last day
it's our last day*
**and still a day
but now even
less than a day
and still a day**
*it's my last day
it's your last day
it's his last day
it's her last day
it's our last day*
**a day which has never been
so much of a day!**
Nov 14, 2016
Nov 14, 2016 at 6:46 AM UTC
When it comes to forgiveness
In truth there is not a single body
to be forgiven except for your own
Let go of that self with an inner smile
Let these subtle flocculation dissolve in the pipelines
By inner knowledge
and flow Down the back
drawing the borders of the levator scapulae
On Both sides of the neck
where both lines shall meet to run down
through the gutter of the cervical curve
A clearing and space created for it by compassion and
Skin Replaced by the regenerated cells of the mind purified
And that pseudo-self delivered from the sacrum to the ***** of mother earth
with a truthful farewell.
Oct 26, 2016
Oct 26, 2016 at 12:38 PM UTC
If it would be up to me
I would be facing now
...
Rocks
Cool elegance
formed by the flexuous splash
Wild is the temper belonging
to the change of the impending season
the bleak-dark growing deep inside
A passion higher than the unreaching
tangent of a sharp urge unable to cut
by a smoothing of a creamy surface
Opaque by nature
hiding explosions inside
Bearing mysteries of the swallowed sounds
of seasons
Seasons of all the knowing
Covered by ...as if
the fabric of the unknowing
of the autumn waves
of the sea that grew teardrops
Washed away at once
by a fierce Splash
Shifting the mind
as the slapped face of the shores lamenting
remerge
Covered with its courageous green
A regenerating variant elongating savor
to the nose coloring the mind
by the help of a long Forgotten
rush of the algae unseen
diffusing Joy
drifting the rhythm
of a piano of a Turkish contemporary
unlikely to be heard through this maddening
storm where I am standing tall at the edge
In perfect effortless balance
Saluting the gusting and the turbulent
of all sides encircling to provide
the stillness of a home at hearts
As they used to do
O
My friends
Stay Stay this time!
As if a song
flourishing
the smile inside
As I used to do
gestureless
and they would see
But I will need to cross soon
the horizon approaching
Vertical
I only came to see you
One more time
embrace you
the last time
walk with you
through the bazaars and bridges
Our memories trapped in tidal fluctuation
Spanning generations over the Bosphorous
traces of dolphins patiently carrying
holding on to the edges
of old fishing boats
Wood hardly bearing
these ashes made of stars
Waiting to be born again
by my one look into the water
like the first one
A cry of eternity
and Today
I am heading home already
crossing this place only
where you brewed me to love
in this old drawing of truth
plainly framed
hanging
on this play
for a farewell
Ashes to alight to the sky
sculpting the light of poetic alignment
of you and I
in the eyes of the loving
A deliverance of Enjoyment of the being
Shall be my duty says a passerby carrying
The matchmaker's match for all
Until the final journey
where I shall eternally Stay
Stay this time
but
I am heading home now
I only came here to set you free
Oct 25, 2016
Oct 25, 2016 at 9:21 AM UTC
Like jewels he said
Unknowing
I kept these last two
like jewels
The unchanging gift
of the grandeur tree
Aging
through the
unchanging change
of the seasons…
in the garden of tales
with Roses
A cherry tree
An owl
A weasel
A pomegranate tree
A well
A frog
An apple and a plum tree
A snake and an urchin
and the peculiar birds in a row:
A laughing bird
A singing bird
A napping bird
A rushing bird and
A guarding bird
The last one also
gives them many changing tasks
using verbs
and they become many
also disappear sometimes
as if there hasn’t been any
And of course
The bees!
Spiders too
strange insects too
Sometimes
A cat passes
not always!
changing its shape and color
each time it passes
I know
it is the cat
Sometimes people visit
Not always
changing the place
of the fireplace
by the season
from outsides
to insides and then again
from insides to outsides
And an an orphan dog
abandoned there
by one of such people
that he trusted
and if there would be a chance
He would trust again
He is always there nowadays
Alone mostly
sheltering
in my shadow
and Only he knows
where I have been hiding
In the shadows of the shadows
which also stays
Even though
Leaves change
Branches change
Creatures change
And
will stay
As long as he is there
Looking for love
cause My shadow
made of
a heart
of dreaming him like a jewel
from beyond a far far Land –
Shadowless
Now
*Our secret is your secret
Our secret is my secret
your secret and my secret is
Our secret*
Oct 20, 2016
Oct 20, 2016 at 6:28 PM UTC
imagine a kite today
that becomes visible
only because
you’ve imagined it
imagine a kite today
that will be seen
in all colors
made of
the rainbows
of the eyes
of the loving
Sep 28, 2016
Sep 28, 2016 at 6:26 PM UTC
Once
Once
Oh only Once
...
Tuning in...
...
Truth
Truth
...
Truth
of
the
self
...
Speechless
is this knowledge
All knowledge
Abiding
Light of the self
...
not a word
not a breath
to pause for
nor a body
in truth
...
Has this body
ever been
other than the
lines encapsulating
...
Shape of
a moment
of an embrace
of this uninterrupted dance
made visible
a while
for which
by which
and as which
We dance
...
Dance!
Dance
of life!
Evolving
its immaculate
infinite sided crystal
like the germ of an
ethereal flower
delight of knowledge
within
...
Move!
Move as if
as if
so these subtleties
become
sentient
by the steering
of your grace
...
Awareness
of oneness
of temporality
or of the form of you
like the child caressed
One with the self
Sep 28, 2016
Sep 28, 2016 at 6:20 PM UTC