A Picture Is Worth 1,000 Words

couple-embrace In an old spot of the city, a brand new love is shining on the street…

All the daily raises, all the worries and pains or even hurries are set aside leaving an unknown taste of happiness in this picture…

This couple doesn’t care about the time or place, they are free to dare to love unconditioningly.

They are young and they still feel their existence, which many of othershad lost its meaning under the years which passed by.

Love is priceless and limitless.

Love is kinda stepping outside from running in circles. It gives our moments back which life takes from us.

You just feel more alive and more real.

It’s like adding glitters to the pastel colors…

You are not alone anymore if you have love;or simply if you love…

And this erases all broken thoughts from your mind. It also gives meaning to your thoughts.

You become alienated by social structures, and your slavery routines of your life become unimportant or even meaningless.

Think about the others in this picture;

Do they look joyful? Absolutely not… And that’s the difference of love own.

This couple can be seen both as separating for that moment or just arrived and found eachother. But in both situtation, they have them, with all pure and innocent love.

Maybe they will loose their anxious to meet one day, and maybe they will become like others;

but now is their time to feel themselves as unique and united.

This feeling is the most precious one ever in a life time.

Thinking all my daily basis worries and thoughts, fights and so on;

I should admit that I’m pretty jealous, looking at them.

Even just a picture can take you from your chair to a different mode of thinking just in a second.

I tried to picture myself in that scene; and I found out that I put myself in that tramspot waiting for the new one.

The bad part of my imagination was: waiting a streetcar as a part of my touristic excursion and I imagined myself alone in a foreign city…

How sad yeah?..

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IN THE NAME OF UNCONDITIONALITY

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 I am not suggesting a world of equality for everyone; I am, however, imagining a world of my own in which everyone will be loved equally.

A dream world where there are no prejudices… I dream of people loving each other as innocently as the animals do…

A world, for example, where races are intermixed but not mixed with prejudices; a world of pure love…

I wish to meet other  people with no consideration on neither part with regard to color or voice.

I am not in pursuing full agreement between people; it is enough to be at that point of trying to understand.

I wish that two strangers greet each other when passing by each other.

I dream of lives being as simple as just expressing a wish from the other.

Not even words have to be spoken; a simple movement of the head being understood fully by the other.

Agreement is not important; understanding is my dream…   

The world in which we live at present saddens me unwillingly.

The crowds passing by a fallen person on the street with unseeing eyes fills my heart with pain.

I am rebelling against this post-modern negligence of the other. Is it difficult to love the world and other human beings unconditionally?..

Is it that hard to show and to share love and respect?

Documentaries share with us the sacrificing relations among multitudes of animals; why should such a treasure not be shared among the humans of this world?

When did we become so egocentric? When was it that we started to lose emotions?…

Why should it be a burden on the shoulders to give a little smile and create even the tiniest joy in another’s life?..

When did we lose politeness? When did we get so silent and started to live in little personal boxes?

When was it that reactions only surfaced for only material interests?

When was it that cooperating and sharing with others became so impossible?

When did we forget that we belonged to the nature and remained silent when trees were replaced by tall buildings?

And did this alienation start? How did we allow ourselves to ride the same elevators without recognizing the neighbors?

There is a deep silence among all the noise of this world…

Everyone is talking now but nobody hears the other…

 

I humbly suggest and wish that we make a difference today :

Smile at someone passing by you on the street, thank with all sincerity to the janitor collecting your waste bin, sit near someone on a bench and say hello to him…

I wish that you make a difference today: give a piece of your toast to a street cat and pat him, or pat the head of a dog for no reason at all…

Feel yourself alive and all those around you feel the same…

Make a difference and feel the unconditionality of life and breathe!

IF YOU HAD KNOWN ME…

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If you had known me you would have remained silent when I was screaming

If at first you would not understand or even fear, then you would certainly come near

You would reach out to embrace me but then burn in my cold

Then maybe you would listen or maybe you would reproach

Still you would wish to hear

But I did not know myself what to say what to show

Sometimes mornings do not bring the sun and sometimes the nights do not darken in my life

My feelings contradicting each other, my heart stops in silence

You would not understand and you would be afraid…

Sometimes you would rejoice at having known me

Sometimes you would cry for not having yet understood

 

Feeling me near you when I was not there

Catching my absence when I was indeed there

You did not wish to move back and pushed the time instead ahead

Then seeing my captivity in my errors

You would also question life

Did you understand, probably not

Did you feel, probably yes

If you ask me if I would be sure

I would tell you that nothing in life is reflected from its definition

The expressions which you have brought up

would sometimes remain in the shade and be cold

or would sometimes be left under the sun and fade, I would say.

Neither would you rest against me and find comfort

Nor would I trust you and find love

ODE TO THE CANDLES THAT I LIGHTED…

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Dear God, let this candle that I have lighted reflect my prayers in my absence

Let it be Your light illuminating me in my decisions and through my hardships…

Let it be Your fire to burn out the selfishness, the pride and the sin within me…

Let it be the flame of the love for my family, other human beings and all the people whom I shall meet today.

Dear God, I pray beside my candle and ask for your kind grace for all the loved ones in my heart.

Dear God, as I can not stay long in Your House, I leave this candle as a token of my heart to You…

Please help me to do everything with love… Amen…

 

I have always said this prayer as I lighted my candles, and my motives in lighting my candles transcended all religions…

Whenever I pray in the light of my candle, I am always carried away on the wings of that candle light.

And all my prayers became my reality today:

My Mom is so well and healthy, I am full of joy and happiness.

Dear God, I thank you! Today has been my happiest day…

And there will be so many more to live and enjoy…

I never gave up believing, and I know that my God never gave up on me and that is why I live my life in bliss.

Every morning again, anew, once again

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Every morning is the beginning of a new life…

All pain and sorrow drowns within the night and the first rays of the sun clean the heart.. All souls are enlightened with each sunrise…

Such a grand cleansing that even at that first glimpse, one strips off all the worries.

 

This is such a cleansing that one can not help but fills with wonder the sight of the sun.

Such deep is the penetration of that light and the happiness that one keeps on feeling re-born at each new dawn.

This is why I believe in the Sun and I understand why all ancient civilizations worshipped the sun…!

Every single morning I grasp the essence of ancient wisdom in which Sun is the greatest of all gods.

Gods of rain, of moon, of snow may carry within them some secret fears, dangers, threats whereas Sun as the God will shine on them too!

 

I accept with respect that important role that Sun played since the Creation: giving birth.

And I also know that when the sun rises again tomorrow morning, thenuniverse will give me an enormous new chance for a new life…

When the desire comes from the depth of the heart, all mistakes, all deficiencies, all helplessness are wiped away by the Sun…

The rays of the sun flowing down through the clouds and shining on one’s skin create feelings which surpass forgiveness… 

If one can only trust enough, keep silent enough and listen to the universe, in the blink of an eye one can erase all the mistakes in one’s life…

I trust the Sun.

In the mornings, I can feel all the opportunities that it presents.

And I love the Sun! Because It gives me the chance of being myself again at every dawn.

This is why I love waking in the mornings; waking up even if it is yet too early, waking up when the sky is yet pinkish red…

The reflection of the rays of the sun on the leaves and on the grass…this must be magic…

Such a magic that not only does it make all living things shine but also glorifies the earth, the soil, the stones and makes them alive…

Those who appreciate the value of the sun most are those who drowned in the dark…

Those who have walked the dark streets and were deeply hurt; those are the people who will notice most the sun rising in the morning.

I do not have the intention of describing the supremacy of the sun as I am writing these lines; it is so noticeable, so clear.

However, I feel like emphasizing the necessity of such an appreciation.

Because I remember the pains I had when in darkness…

As it is usually called, helplessness is an experience which I carried a lot in my soul and that is why the Sun is so important in my life.

Beginning of FREEDOM

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Freedom is hidden within one’s self…

To grasp that feeling without searching the definitions in the philosophies, one should look at the mirror.

Freedom does not arrive without sweeping away the wounds of the consciousness initially.

One can not hear the voice of freedom without silencing the noise of life…

One needs to free herself from the scars, the chains and the connections of all painful experiences and even the shades of happy times…

It is not as simple as learning to live in the moment. Nevertheless, we need to understand the moment; t

he causes, the consequences should be taken away from the burdens which still lie silently over the shoulders, placing these into the deep chests of the heart…

Only then can the soul find a vast landscape to gaze into.

Even if we still carry the smells of all people we have known, the streets we have crossed, as they are now wide away and hands can no longer reach them, we can relax and think “so all that was meant to be experienced”.

People have entered our lives for a reason or for a season, and so it is…

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Everyone and every event has a reason embedded deep within…

One should start with forgiving herself and never regret the experiences;

then one should accept and forgive all the guests who have visited one’s life, breaking down all judgments and all the feelings of blame…

Life is not lived once actually…

Every morning is the beginning of the new life.

Every new sun is born for new expectations

and God gives one a new chance to anyone who wishes to practice the lessons learned so far…

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Tomorrow when you wake up, you will have the notes you have taken in the classes of life;

You will have the experiences you have saved,

You will see with eyes shining with a deeper attention.

TOMORROW LIFE WILL START FOR YOU ONCE AGAIN…

ALL YOU NEED IS TO FORGIVE YOURSELF IF STILL FEELING GUILTY

AND

EXCUSE ALL EXPERIENCES IF YOU ARE STILL BLAMING YOUR HISTORY…

 

The path is not that long actually…

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The path is not that long actually…

Our past years may appear quite suddenly… Retrospective understanding is no cure to our experiences; neither is it worthwhile to worry about the future…

It is us and us only who have registered the personal memories; and no one else will ever know what has occurred and why in our souls.

No one will ever know the depth of our angers or our loves. Although this whole life may seem as small as a theater stage, there is a huge backstage to this play…

I wonder if this why we often say “God is my witness”?

Is it the aloneness of being the only witness that we yearn to have other witnesses?

And if we and God are the only witnesses, why do we still bother our minds within the corridors of our memories to undertand and to explain our non-reversible lives?

Shouldn’t we allow all to pass through our hands and hearts?

Silent and falseless loneliness is strong and free and does not even allow us to hurt ourselves.

Let all those hands, affections, rebellions, worries remain in silence in the songs and in the pictures…

Let us leave the scarecrows of our fields frighten the crow-shaped resentments..

Let us walk through lives, roads, people.

All that we worry should be limited to the indecisions we have when faced with choices..

It shouldn’t be that hard to keep in mind that the present moment is all the life.

Shoulders high, chest full, forehead bright…that is how we should keep walking in the pace of the moment.

“We” in our minds should always be the momentary WE…

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Our road should always be illuminated by our hopes, our loves and our expectations. Our future should never be defeated. Haven’t we spent all those years to find out the truth?

Now, all that remains for us to do is to practice, practice so that our path shines brightly…