Stay Stay this time!

If it would be up to me
I would be facing now


Cool elegance
formed by the flexuous splash
Wild is the temper belonging
to the change of the impending season
the bleak-dark growing deep inside
A passion higher than the unreaching
tangent of a sharp urge unable to cut
by a smoothing of a creamy surface
Opaque by nature
hiding explosions inside
Bearing mysteries of the swallowed sounds
of seasons

Seasons of all the knowing
Covered by …as if
the fabric of the unknowing
of the autumn waves
of the sea that grew teardrops
Washed away at once
by a fierce Splash
Shifting the mind
as the slapped face of the shores lamenting
Covered with its courageous green
A regenerating variant elongating savor
to the nose coloring the mind
by the help of a long Forgotten
rush of the algae unseen
diffusing Joy
drifting the rhythm
of a piano of a Turkish contemporary
unlikely to be heard through this maddening
storm where I am standing tall at the edge
In perfect effortless balance
Saluting the gusting and the turbulent
of all sides encircling to provide
the stillness of a home at hearts
As they used to do

My friends
Stay Stay this time!
As if a song
the smile inside
As I used to do
and they would see

But I will need to cross soon
the horizon approaching
I only came to see you
One more time
embrace you
the last time
walk with you
through the bazaars and bridges

Our memories trapped in tidal fluctuation
Spanning generations over the Bosphorous
traces of dolphins patiently carrying
holding on to the edges
of old fishing boats
Wood hardly bearing
these ashes made of stars
Waiting to be born again
by my one look into the water
like the first one
A cry of eternity
and Today
I am heading home already
crossing this place only
where you brewed me to love
in this old drawing of truth
plainly framed
on this play
for a farewell

Ashes to alight to the sky
sculpting the light of poetic alignment
of you and I
in the eyes of the loving

A deliverance of Enjoyment of the being
Shall be my duty says a passerby carrying
The matchmaker’s match for all
Until the final journey
where I shall eternally Stay
Stay this time
I am heading home now
I only came here to set you free

You and I

You and I cannot meet yet
As long as we are reduced to a yet
These are kancukas

Our longing shall arise suns
For which I will wake up
and be with you
As two bodies apart
You and I cannot touch again
Should stay so
As long as we are reduced to an again
These are kanchukas
You already knew
I know it now too
Having seen the truth
I may still
miss you
I say

And then again
Scenarios of human ignorance
under the veil of the
Habitual Play of sankoca
and as long as things are So
to a measure of a thing of the mind
You and I will be apart

The last time
in this time
of impurity
Where we have chosen to be
As we have chosen to be
same time
Not randomly
But perfectly
in our chosen body

I will paint skies
as you by my heart
simultaneously make love As such
for the arousal of all
Again and again
by your love I remain

You and I is eternity
We came here the last time
AND I will melt time this time to never
to never sever from you again

Lead your life my love
with full of enjoyments cause
you are free of bondage
Lead your life my love
with full of enjoyments cause
as Always selfless we stay
in all cities of life
I sense where I should

We are mere reflections
of the last Veda
and the first

The one
The only one
the one that has always been
and cannot be read
by eyes seeing only
gross words

because you and I
my love is the key

One sound
One heart
Never apart

Mom’s Filled Aubergine Pickle recipe

Jenny is a great cook and proudly she still cooks only what a season offers 🙂

Recently she visited an organic market in Istanbul and forwarded me this very delicious childhood  recipe .

As a child I was more interested in how things looked and the colors of a food more than the taste maybe  but still  I admired and enjoyed seeing how much people enjoyed these.

There was always the pickle-man crossing our streets and shouting something that no one could understand but we all knew this would be the pickle mantra immediately awakening the pickle senses . Some also used to drink pickle juice. I used to observe a little amazed this good friend of mine devouring glasses of pickle juice after school when we were only 12 which was just cool enough to feel cool  and only now I realize  I haven’t even tasted such a glass of pickle juice yet.
Here is  a simple translation of our chat below with some pictures and the recipe :
these eggplants are boiled in moderate warm water.
Place some weight on top and let it stay in a strain until the next day
strain the sourness of the eggplants by placing it in a strainer
and adding some weight on top -(like a cup full of water)
next day You can make  gentle cuts over the top the eggplants to fill
filling the insides of eggplants
the fillings
cut the below ingredients  in small pieces
sweet red pepper, and carrots (shortly boiled)
celery leaves
rock-salt – one soup-spoonful
sugar – one soup-spoonful
some Turkish red-pepper coarse
some black pepper
mix these all and fill the eggplants
then tie the eggplants ideally with celery stalks
you will need to boil the celery stalks for a minute or so so that it does not break – 
this might be difficult then you can tie with something else  simply with a clean thread
to keep the inside one piece 
lastly place the filled egg-plants in a jar 
with half a liter water
half a liter vinegar
4-5 soup spoons rock salt dissolved
cover the top with celery leaves
keep the top tightly closed for 2 months
you can open at earliest after two months
and eat it !

or else I will reserve some for you!