God

is not an answer
It is a question

leap

once in the chamber
there is only burning

once past the edge
there is only --

once with the beloved
there is only One

mouthful

beat the drum of the deaf ears
spit into the blind eyes of our age

gathering

stand still
as the clouds gather
let them rise
from beneath your feet
to enclose you

silence

with tied knots i will go to sleep

only

One only steals from themselves. It is us that we carve away from. The erosion we cause takes away from our dignity

dignity

the least it requires is to say what one believes

buying and selling

leave the market place
abandon the business
giving only is the key

which one

should I invite you to see with me tonight:
your or my eclipses?
the moral or ethical ones?
day or life long ones?

he

who does can

only

if one could know

things to do

we will War tomorrow. tonight we must sleep.

let it flood and wash it all away

Syrian girl in Aleppo. Photo by nicklas hammarström

rooftop

Like a glass vase, is it this wind that blows into my soul

Or is it the sounds that pour in, from the unknown

Damda

Camdan bir vazo gibi ruhuma ufleyen bu esen ruzgarmidir

Yoksa gayipten gelen seslermidir icime dokulen