A day from the Day 3

This one did not come easy
One was ok
Exited the second came to be
Since a week or more
I am seeking the day 3

The traveller inside the day 2
teared her tears
that made her tore down
To recover
I need to sit in silence
the wow of silence
maybe
fasting in the melody of
silent
emotions

The wave of the day 2
Came from the oceans of the past
Shaved the beard of sand
underneath
lied the stones
precious
to be the new sand
in a hundred
years

Some, write with pens
some, with paints
I used the silence
writing on my soul
my body, as the stone
of the dead past
that I have been
burying
like a seed
then
my body
is the flower bed
life comes from dead
as it is
present comes from
severed emotional relations
with the dead
memories and moments of our
past

Hear, hear!
I saw the tear
coming as my neighbour
I said, I thought you were a vapour
she said,
I am here
to water the seeds in your
new sculpture
of soul
No, I said,
I cannot take it
I will ask the clouds
the rain to shine as a sun
on the newly planted garden
of my
human soul
and I prayed
opened my hands
to the depths of nature
to the skies
the One
who is above beyond and with
to the One
who can erect
the sculpture of
human soul

This being said my friend,
Do not think you are walking alone
as a living dead
as a dead living
on the graveyard of your past
on the flower bed of your present
remember
each of us has a gift
to receive via life
and that is
erecting the edifice of the ultimate human self
that can
beyond the angels
if not, beneath the all

The tear smiled in my ink
she vanished to the paper
I searched and searched and searched
in vain,
she whispered
I am in your last letter
in your last sentence
you cried with my voice
you smiled like the angels
I see the smile of a rose
in your trip to self on the paper
bon voyage, dear traveller
your gift is travel and travel with the rest

I rest my poem
the pen of this case
I raise my hands
empty of ink and the self

p.s. Kendine Seyahat Ederken Türkçe'yi yeniden... Türkçe yeniden!

Yıldızlara Dokunsun Ellerin
Tuttuğun kalem
senin harflerin
elek olsun
semalardan inen
hüzün keder hepsine kalkan
sevinçleri artırıp insanlığa sunan

Kayboldu sanmıştım
İçimdeki Türkçe
yaralıydı
Ama
Sonsuzu ararken de
yanıbaşımda

İnsanı en çok da kendi dilinden
sürülmek
acıtıyor
Acısını
başka dillere anlatarak
ağıtabileceğini sanmak
bir çeşit
cahillik olsa gerek

sağdıkça
temiz, serin, ferah, özgür
hem de delicesine özgür
bir dağarcık çıkıyor içimden
ben
bir dağ başındaki beyaz keçiler
ve
vadilerde meleyen
her türlü hayvan
ve çiğdem
açan çiçek
gibi sevdim
Türkçe'yi

28 Şubat ile küstüm sandığım
şiirlere
kelimelere
aşk olsun
meğer
hiç
yanıbaşımdan ayrılmamışlar
aşk olsun
Türkçe'ye Türkçem
Ve güzel dil
sevgi dili
diyenlere
aşk olsun

Beni kovsalar da senden
kimse kovamaz
sendeki beni
benden
Güzel Türkçem
Canım Türkçem

Day 2 - Memory cleanse/becoming one with my past present and future

Till the holes becomes whole

Dear Friend,

At the end

of each day

a tale of a universe

that is born and died

the same day
   is written
from the pen
biographies
of us
all

Similarly,

at the end of each week

each month 

each year

as a budget plan and report

that is
all we collected in debts and rewards

will transfer as 

currency

in our 

unknown journey

to the eternity

have you ever 

penny pinched 

in front of 

a committee?

this one is different but also no different

to be accountable

of your own life

also costs

acknowledgement

presence

acceptance of self agency 

responsibility

and 

thus

accountability

They say

When Adam was created:

Satan saw him in clay

and said

I will be the wind

that can travel

through the veins  

what a creature

that is
!

God permitted 

the commencement 

of
this eternal battle

but also
 asked Adam

to tell the names of all

the sciences

in front of the angels 

--who first challenged God

asking why on earth

he would have 

again 

create a being

that will 

shed blood

commit violence

And...
Adam
!

He told the angels all about

the sciences

the knowledge

the wisdom

reflected through 

the Names of God 

on the existence

then,

to this fact

they were all asked to

prostrate

all

and

Satan

who would tempt Adam 

to fall

in the earth

that is where 

the story of all began

every time I fall

I say, here is one more crack

that either as a hole 

will host my arch enemy

to rule 

on me

or will turn me 

into a whole

that can travel from atom 

to the depth of the universe 

beyond galaxies of our knowledge 

and potential 

Remember

to rise to the skies

one first must fall

annihilate

and become the one

only after

learning the lesson of being one

and enduring

to be 

like soil

then the skies is given

to ones 

who rise

This is my story

the human child inside

cries 

out loud 

at every fall

not knowing that 

it is where

rising begins

that can make humans 

reach the levels of existence

and knowledge

beyond 

the angels

who are the closest to the ultimate light of enlightenment

the Maker of all knowledge

Do not fear of falling.

You will

Be the grain

the Wind 

will make you bow down in here and there

then 

you will stand tall

spreading your grains 

to the soil

not expecting

anything

 

Day 1 - In search of the past selves

Between, among, in, out, and wholesome

Today I saw 

a mirror

of 

the angels 

They shared with me 

the records

of my past

and said

here lies 

your identity theft 

Today I talked to

a friend

she has been

my secret 

human guardian angel

I did not know

thanks to the pain 

of my right side 

soul

I wrote to her

she asked me to call

thanks to my 

human angel

I met 

the rest

I will walk

21 days 

on the lines

between my past

and will meet

the child inside

ill be the tear

and the smile

on her face

to wipe the trace

of my

the self

that has been

in, between, among, out, beyond

but wholesome

then I will feel

as a wholesome

cocktail 

The hottest day

of the hottest summer

I learned my lesson

from my angels

that 

I am neither fractured

nor traumatised

I became prepared

to fulfil the nature

of 

my cocktail self

all come for a reason

all go for a reason

as long as

we had our lesson

that is in between 

me 

and

my angels

thus even the worst that came to teach me 

can be

an angel in

disguise

thanks to the One

that means

thanks to you too

all

especially, 

my guardian angel

Taking or not Taking a Picture: That is the Quest, Essential

I did not want to take many pictures today.
I just enjoyed being in nature, with the plants, flowers, trees, animals, the people.
Though, I still like to share
a picture
in the portrait of words
hang on the wall of my consciousness
and depicted on a piece of paper

So dear reader,
To take a picture or not
this is the main quest
in my mind
as memories
encapsulate
the moments as we see it
at that time, at that moment, in that place
that will
ultimately change

I change constantly
day and night
my heart flickers
the words swirls
the wind blows
in circles
that I thought to believe,
there was a linear time
as a promise
of progress
many named as
modernity,
is long gone

I am forty
I understand now
only
that
we wake up every day
to a time
as a circle
does not repeat the past
but reap what to be harvested
if you choose,
with a new soil
with a new sun
with a new air of breath

Time comes and goes
in circle
like a dance
life is a dance
we do eat, every day, don't we
similarly,
we need to feed
the soul
that is also
hungry
every day
at least a few times
ideally at the dawn, at the dusk,
at the zenith of the day, in the aftermath, that we call
the afternoon
then when the sun began
to set
that
make five times

my dear self,
deciding is not enough
dedication
requires
self-fulfilment
and it brings dedication
be well
take care
the enlightening the times
five times a day
will descend
as a fur
snowing on you
as light
as light