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Yaz Dincer Feb 2014
The more I read about religious leaders,
the more I feel they don't belong in their religions

Buddha was not a Buddhist
but a wise man and an optimist

Jesus was not a Christian
but a reliever of oppression

Muhammed was not a Muslim
but a preacher of love and magic
of what we call God that spoke through Him.

These teachings aren't religious
only their deep experiences make them prestigious

Religions are man made
Labels that we've given to groups of people
who chose to conform to certain ideas
which in fact are universal

They all teach love and happiness
and tools to end human suffering
in essence there is but one teaching
experienced through different portals
and perspectives of everything
Yaz Dincer Jan 2014
Look beyond these words.
To what creates them.

Before the words.
To what observes them.

If you create what you believe to be "your" thoughts, how can you observe them?

What are you then
the creator
or what is that is observing them being created?

Thoughts arise to you,
go through this you
but who does it arise to
who is the "you"?

Ask from a deeply rooted mind,
where from does this "I" arise?

I am not this "I"
that defines itself with placing words after it,
for those words are made, not what you ARE.

You can never explain it.
You can only Be.
This "I" simply flows through
and meets here
to express its self
as this separate "me".
We are all One
Yaz Dincer Jan 2014
I could read poetry for hours and hours,
overflow in inspiration
then create something that empowers

What a magical moment to witness here,
Something that can never be learnt or remembered,
only flows in this moment,
then dissapears.

You know it resonates,
because suddenly
all the magic and beauty activates

You then sit and wonder
where it all comes from
And in that moment

ponder.

Ride this great flow
but don't look into it too much
Embrace whatever it is
that cannot be touched.
Yaz Dincer Jan 2014
Drenched in Love,
my souls aflame.
Love is such a poetic force
that cannot be explained.

Consumed in it,
urges to write poems
that moves your core.
Cannot compare to anything
youve ever felt before.

I forever want any person in contact with me,
to fall into the rhythem of my heart
to create magical ecstacy.

If there was one word I ever wanted to be known for,  I'd like it to be Love.

If there was one word I could ever use to describe my Self and my life,
let it be Love.

Love in the way I sing
and laugh and dance and share and care and live.

I love to love.
I Love to love to love to love
Yaz Dincer Jan 2014
My beautiful reflection.
You make me anxious.

Your eyes. Your mind. Your smile.
My thoughts run a mile.
Why cant you just be mine?

We could share stories and songs.
And moments and memories.
Let our energy flow and mingle,
create great serenity.

So much familiarity,
but still a stranger.
Youve shared so much of yourself
without really sharing anything.

Just by being who you are,
I am falling in love.
Your awkwardness is so sweet,
it makes my palms sweat and my heart fleet.

I don't even know what I say
when I'm with you.
I don't care
cause maybe you arnt even listening too.

I think we think the same things
but dont say it out loud.
Trying to catch the wave of our crazy energy interaction in bloom.

You say youre comfortable with me,
but you clearly arnt.
I can hear your voice trembling
and your beating heart.

I cant sleep
cause your on my mind constantly.
I wonder if i cross yours too
involuntarily.

Writing poetry that barely even rhymes,
trying everything to get you off my mind.
Love
Yaz Dincer Jan 2014
There is nothing that is untrue,
for it exists.

Everything, anything anyone says,
is true. It already preexists.

So why are people out always searching for it?
Truth cannot be "found"
or learnt as something that is 'new',
that's *******.

How can truth be learnt? Truth doesnt require learning. It doesnt require YOU.  You cannot 'find' it. There is no finding. It's true all through.

It exists, already, always in All ways. By itself.
Its right here, as Everything, so perfectly itself.
Yaz Dincer Jan 2014
When I say I am, I am not.
When I say I am not, I am.

There is a stubborness to how Intelligence works. It wants to be known, but wants to be a mystery aswell.

Flow of change and stillness, together.
Because, its everything and nothing,
at the same time and in no time at all.

You can talk about it,
but you cannot explain it.

Because it's not the words,
but what creates the words.

What is behind a word before it is made?

It is THAT.
You cannot explain that,
you only know it.
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