december

time for the necropsy of dead ideas of the year.

cold

heart of a stone

saith the teacher

oddity of oddities, all is oddity

said Rumi

Forget safety.
Live where you fear to live.
Destroy your reputation.
Be notorious.

From the land my father walked and my mother fills with love back to the space of wires and screens. Feel strangled...like a forgotten child in a trunk.

question

there are no two things.
all is one.
addition is futile;
division leads only to fractions.
if you can't feel
what is happening to the others
wonder
if you are a
cancerous tissue
on the skin of a
single cell

again

wisdom:
cocoon of the weak
till they turn lunatic

kiss

simplicity rests on the peak of creativity. plus it leaves space for imagination

vakit

güneş ufka indi. uzun balıklar sukuta vardı sayesinde.

maybe

rumi may have meant to say: i neither love my friends with my heart nor with my mind. i love them with my soul, for it neither stops nor forgets.

Ah!

Our fragmented little lives and the unattended repercussions of it

you

among stones,
are "koh i noor"

who knows

our little life of maybes....
maybe this, maybe that.

life

it is a mobius strip with infinite number of worm holes!