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

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.

I Made A Wish Today

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I made a wish today..

My wish was neither for the brotherhood and love for the world, nor was it for the peace and beauty of the city.

My wish was only for me , my prayer, my begging was only for my happiness …

I neither made a divine appeal for a happy marriage, nor did I pray for a comrade or for a lover…

I only made a wish for happiness and not because I was unhappy; I just wished for more.

I begged God to be a witness of my own life where all days were willed with peace, with grace, and I prayed for serenity.

I made a wish that God will guide me never to repeat past mistakes; never to forget the lessons I have learned the hard way.

I begged Him that I live a life where I make the sun shine brightly over me and my mother…

My wish had no triviality; I made a list of things that money can not buy…

I begged for that health and joy which I had heard my grandmother praying for us continuously when I was a little child.

I almost shouted with all my heart that God might hear me well.

I asked Him for that strength that my future days never be shadowed by regrets and sorrows.

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I buried the past to my deepest self…I thought about everything, I wrote everything down within my heart before I made my wish.

I forgave everyone and everything in my heart and I raised my head, I stood erect and faced Him. I quietened all the storms I had within me before I hoisted sail today…

Neither did I let my own winds to bring tears to my eyes, nor did I let myelf be carried away by the southwest winds of  others…

I did not forget anything but I made a wish that no one will ever remind me of any memories that I have left behind.

 

I sent my soul to that forgiveness of that unlimited love today.

No load remained on my back nor in my mind today.

I made a wish from my celestial divine Father for happiness today.

I shouted higher, stronger with that tiny, new peace and faith blossoming in me!

I made a wish today, I wished for freedom…

I made a wish for a life in which I will not render account even to my own self…!

“My Father” heard me today and today He listened to me more than His other children.

I know because I am vivacious, because I am bustling with joy since my wish today…!

I know He loves me!

     JUST AS MY MOTHER LOVES ME…

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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Target Acquisition – Attack – LIFE

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How your life shall proceed is actually shaped by the power of your imagination…

You may not escape from your consciousness by blaming destiny for how your life shapes itself.

For a smooth and clear journey, one needs to stay focused without giving up and without tiring.

All efforts and targets dissolve and are lost when the focus is lost; your future can not cope with your carelessness.

Any distraction from the initial target or distraction will take away from you all previous achievements.

 If anyone should wonder if life is actually an ongoing test, I would propose a different definition and call it archery:

there needs to be a target to start with, then there are specific calculations to follow.

Calculations are not sufficient to meet the target, concentration is needed;

there needs to be a commitment, firm concentration where the hands should not shake, the body should not get tired.

Then you will see that your body is in full control of your soul to reach that direction;

you will see that even your breath will be tuned in with that objective and that you aim and make that mark disregarding the luxury of giving up.

 Not hitting the goal is never an excuse to give up.

One always tries again and with more concentration and every miss is an experience, not a failure…

In this worldly theater, virtues are not achieved by strictly following the lines, but are the gifts of committed  experiences.

Ascension is related to experiencing rather than obeying…

Shining on the Street

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Each day we pass by the strangers working on the streets with no time to think or to watch the world that ‘we’ are living in.

Each of them works in a different spot with no possibility or with no need to realize the beauty of ‘our’ city that we enjoy to live in.

They are always alone outside of our fancy lives. Sometimes we don’t see them or we don’t even hear their voices.

Maybe we are too alienated from eachother, or just too selfish to care for…

But still we have some ideas about their incomes or about their lifestyles. The problem is that, our ideas are created from an egocentric or even from an ethnocentric perspectives.

We don’t actually know or accept them. They live within our paradoxes.

They  live in their own boxes which we put them into by our social understandings.

We used to blame the migration problems or we find an easier way called pointing to the education system and so on.

Whatever the reasons for their working on the streets, we forget our humanity and kindness toward them.

A simple “hi” can change a life even for just a moment; but it’s still a powerful action.

Many of them don’t beg for nothing. They just work to feed their families and they don’t want to loose their self-respect or their families honour.

They are far away from being a beggar…

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On the other hand, they beg for life and a salvation given from God.

They need love and attention coming from people around them, from the people who see them.

A little recognition…

We can’t go outside and start to help one by one, it won’t be a solution of the poverty; but as we are able to see and to hear, we can share our love in our own surroundings.

Walking by a broken heart, and saying “I see you”…

Sharing a common human essence…

You will see how this will effect their  lives by their eyes, which will momentarily shine in happiness.