Prisons

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The prison that is the most difficult to be released from is that of one’s own made. It imprisons one to such depths that one may forget how he or she had actually entered. Whilst passing the time with strong but silent shouts, one day and quite suddenly, one realizes that this dungeon was the created by one’s own walls…

 

All restrictions are self-made and all are for one’s own self. 

There, one can neither manage to leave nor can one allow others in.

The worst part is chasing all those who wish to love one, and keeping all those outside whom one loves… 

Desperation arrives just at that moment, the moment when one realizes that this is a a system and not a vacation.

People have their own lies within their own prisons. 

One does not make unclear apologies or create defenses for one’s self; one has already made clear explanations within one’s heart. 

Epitome: destiny… 

Destiny is the only salvation through one’s imprisonment. 

IF THEY ARE NOT THE CAUSE OF THIS DEFEAT, THE PRICE IS NOT A PUNISHMENT BUT THE “FATE”.

However, in one’s life journey, there are no simple processes which may be simplified as destiny. The “learned helplessness” of devastating defeats may not be simplified as coincidences…

When all is processing with perfect harmony with each other in a flow, one single stone does fall on one’s path and turns upside down all the balances that one had created meticulously.

One is not forced to start a new life with every stone that one stumbles on…

 

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Past vs Future


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I danced with the devil under the moonlight
always telling myself temporary hopes like
no passion gonna steal my childish path
no dream gonna be lost in my each step

i slept with my angels everynight
arguing how my life gonna be like
choosing planning each new target
never givin up on my soul and my heart

now years passed and ages became harder
no suprises comin or happily after
fairytales stopped where my ignorance lost
but now reality seems a little bit softer

how was the future in the eyes of yesterday
is this the way gonna be every coming day
same mirror but different payback anyway
memories becoming like dark and long subway

once you skip that moment of forgiveness
all the past restarts its fight against hopes and wishes
blaming ownself for those losts and ashes
surrounding the thougher inner jugdements

for those defending carpe diem
could you ever taste the present as much as it costs
or could you really eliminate the past from your thoughts
because, i couldnt find any explanation without continuous

but still i wish to scream my philosophy pretending living daily
and still i can fight against my rarely manipulated destiny!

Emine Yesim Aydin

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!

IMPRISONED IN LOVE

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Love is a repetitive experience for human beings…

One meets love, learns from love and leaves love over and over again, leaving behind all that one has memorized and the lands that have been so precious for existence..

Then love conquers the soul again, new expectations are re-born every new day.

One will trust again or fool itself again, challenging all past experiences.

The heart will volunteer to become a hostage of the feelings over and over again; an unending struggle.

 A person aims at loving and being loved and carries this notion within the heart as if that is what all life is worth for. Then comes a time when the heart is broken, deeply hurt; eyes get sick of crying…

There may also come a time when one simple small beauty is a remedy for the heart and may heal all sorrow.

To escape rebelling the Creator, sometimes it requires acceptance when faced with the helplessness of deep pains. The tiniest sign of hope for a desire keeps the struggle on and one never gives up. 

Unpronounced fears are enslaved within the deepest caves of our consciousness.

A careless moment when a thought may rise among others, when a word may escape the lips, pains may crawl up to the surface.

This is why the soul rests in silence.

Eyes remain shut, lips stay tight, all to keep the shadow of truth falling on the light of love.

 In the immense darkness of some nights, even the moon can not shine on one’s heart.

Day is seldom looked for; morning never touches the sleepless eyelashes.

Memories are but tiny condolescences when the sorrow is deep.

One keeps on decorating the mental images of gone-by happiness. 

Then a miracle happens, destiny smiles on the sad prisoner; love falls back into the heart from the worn-out physical body.

Once again the cage is broken with even a greater enthusiasm.

The smell of freedom penetrates the love; mind gently wipes away the tears and one starts and keeps on talking feverish with love.

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GATES OF YOUR PARADISE

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مولانا جلال‌الدین محمد بلخی
Jalal ad-Dīn Muhammad Rumi

Rumi’s importance is considered to transcend national and ethnic borders. His poems have been widely translated into many of the world’s languages and transposed into various formats. In 2007, he was described as the “most popular poet in America.

Rumi’s works are written in the New Persian language and his Mathnawi remains one of the purest literary glories of Persia, and one of the crowning glories of the Persian language. A Persian literary renaissance (in the 8th/9th century), alongside the development of Sufism,started in regions of Sistan, Khorāsān and Transoxiana and by the 10th/11th century, it reinforced the Persian language as the preferred literary and cultural language in the Persian Islamic world. His original works are widely read today in their original language across the Persian-speaking world (Iran, Tajikistan, Afghanistan and parts of Persian speaking Central Asia).Translations of his works are very popular in other countries. His poetry has influenced Persian literature as well as Urdu, Punjabi, Turkish and some other Iranic, Turkic and Indic languages written in Perso-Arabic script e.g. Pashto, Ottoman Turkish, Chagatai language and Sindhi.

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“Why should I seek? I am the same as
He. His essence speaks through me.

I have been looking for myself”

“Come, come, whoever you are,
Wanderer, idolater, worshiper of fire,
Come even though you have broken your vows a thousand times,
Come, and come yet again.
Ours is not a caravan of despair”

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It is often said that the teachings of Rumi are ecumenical in nature.For Rumi, religion was mostly a personal experience and not limited to logical arguments or perceptions of the senses.Creative love, or the urge to rejoin the spirit to divinity, was the goal towards which every thing moves.The dignity of life, in particular human life (which is conscious of its divine origin and goal), was important…

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Rumi was an evolutionary thinker in the sense that he believed that the spirit after devolution from the divine Ego undergoes an evolutionary process by which it comes nearer and nearer to the same divine Ego.  All matter in the universe obeys this law and this movement is due to an inbuilt urge (which Rumi calls “love”) to evolve and seek enjoinment with the divinity from which it has emerged. Evolution into a human being from an animal is only one stage in this process. The doctrine of the Fall of Adam is reinterpreted as the devolution of the Ego from the universal ground of divinity and is a universal, cosmic phenomenon.The French philosopher Henri Bergson‘s idea of life being creative and evolutionary is similar, though unlike Bergson, Rumi believes that there is a specific goal to the process: the attainment of God. For Rumi, God is the ground as well as the goal of all existence.

However Rumi need not be considered a biological evolutionary creationist. In view of the fact that Rumi lived hundreds of years before Darwin, and was least interested in scientific theories, it is probable to conclude that he does not deal with biological evolution at all. Rather he is concerned with the spiritual evolution of a human being: Man not conscious of God is akin to an animal and true consciousness makes him divine. Nicholson has seen this as a Neo-Platonic doctrine: the universal soul working through the various spheres of being, a doctrine introduced into Islam by Muslim philosophers like Al Farabi and being related at the same time to Ibn Sina‘s idea of love as the magnetically working power by which life is driven into an upward trend.

I GAVE YOU ALL THESE INFORMATION FOR A REASON:

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THAT WE ALL NEED FOR LIFE BUT FOR A ‘REAL’ LIFE THAT WE ALWAYS DREAM ABOUT…

IF YOU ASK ME:

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THEN IT MEANS THAT YOU STUCK IN A MATERIAL WORLD FULL OF PAIN AND WARS THAT YOU DO NOT BELONG TO…

I DID SO MANY MISTAKES IN MY LIFE.. SO MUCH THAT I STILL CAN NOT FORGET. THOSE CHOICES THAT I MADE AND THEIR CONSEQUENCES THAT HURT ME SO DEEP, WERE MY BURDENS THROUGH MY HEART AND MY LIFE. I COULD NOT TAKE A STEP OUT FROM MY PAIN UNTIL I LEARNED TO FORGIVE MYSELF AND THOSE PEOPLE WHO WERE MY REASONS OR WHO WERE A PART OF MY CONSEQUENCES.

WHEN I WAS A TEENAGER, THOSE PROBLEMS WERE JUST A DESTINY FROM MY POINT OF VIEW. THEN I REALIZED THAT THERE WERE ALL ABOUT ME AND MY CHOICES FOR MY FUTURE.

I WAS ALWAYS LISTENING A SUFI MUSIC WHEN I WAS HURT AND HOPELESS. I STILL REMEMBER HOW I WAS GETTING BETTER WHILE EACH SONG ON MY MUSIC ARCHIVE GOES ON….

I NEVER LEARNED ABOUT RUMI OR ANY THOUGHT ACCORDINGLY… BUT GETTING OLDER GAVE ME AN OPPORTUNITY TO ANALYZE WHAT I HAD AND WHAT I ALWAYS WILL HAVE: A SOUL TRYING TO REACH TO PARASIDE. BUT THIS PARADISE WASN’T SOMETHING RELATED TO THE DEATH. IT WAS A PART OF OUR LIFE. IT WAS ON EARTH…

ALL WE NEED TO DO IS TO ACCEPT WHO WE ARE AND WHAT WE DID. PAST IS PAST AND WE STILL HAVE OUR FUTURE…

THIS IS NOT ABOUT RELIGION.

THIS IS ABOUT OUR SOULS.

YOU HAVE YOUR OWN FORGIVENESS AND LOVE INSIDE YOUR HEART.

AND I DON’T SAY THAT YOU HAVE TO FORGET; JUST FORGIVE ANYTHING THAT HURTS YOU.  START WITH YOURSELF. BUT WITHOUT USING YOUR WORDLY EXCUSES THAT YOUR USED TO LIVE WITH, UNTIL TODAY. THEN THINK ABOUT THE PEOPLE WHO PURPOSELY OR NOT TOOK A STEP IN YOUR LIFE AND WASTED YOUR LOVE, CARE, TRUST OR ANYTHING YOU WERE ‘GIVING’ THEM.

YOU CAN’T LIVE WITH ALL THAT PRIDE, HATE AND ANGER…

THEN LOVE YOURSELF.

LOVE, BECAUSE YOU WERE A GOOD FIGHTER WHO SURVIVED THROUGH MANY MISTAKES OR MOST DEFINITELY ‘EXPERIENCES’!

AFTER THAT, MAKE A DEAL WITH YOURSELF:

DO NOT EVER REPEAT YOUR PAST CHOICES.

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YOU WILL SEE THE GATES OF YOUR PARASIDE…

AND YOU WILL FIND MORE LOVE THEN.

WE ARE ALL UNIQUE CREATIONS, WE ARE ALL MADE PERFECT. BUT WE NEED TO WORK HARDER ON OUR SPIRITS. THAT’S ALL…

Time Goes By…

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We used to live in a world that we are forced to forget how important it is each and every single minute that we live…

Daily races, meaningles fights among eachother, wordly problems and issues are breaking us apart.

Life is just like a cigarette instead; each breath makes it closer to the end and we are not able to notice it until we see the ashes left behind. Those ashes keep our minutes hours and days which caries our ‘memories’…

Even if we are not able to stop the time, we still have the capacity to move it in a peaceful way. All we need is to realize our moments importance and significance. We need to live instead of passing by…

We all know a saying ” Have a nice day.” ; but how many of us, use it or more importantly mean it?… Probably just a few of us, and using it as a cliche.

Just like our good mornings and evenings…

Each sunrise gives us a chance to be reborn and to recreate our lives.  We do not need any forgiveness or apology coming from our past.

We have a brand new day with all possilibilities that we need. But remember that i am not talking about  a chance factor, because it’s all up to us. We are basicly sculptors of our existence.

We are our own trainer, partner and creator. What we need is within us.

To live is something deeper and it’s based in our souls not minds. All scenes are far more briallant that our eyes could see, which means also that our memories are shaped by our souls not by physical elements such as light or dark.

All emotions and feelings that we experience, are coded in a way that one day we will remember them by disregarding all material elements.

So my friends, we still have time to be… Next sunrise, start a new phase in your life by looking into yourself more deeply and with courage. Use your eyes to see instead of looking and remember that you are important. Yet your importance is equal with the others; so be generous and helpful…