Nora’s Row The Boat

Stills of the movie and the sequence is shot by my 2.5 years old niece Nora. I have edited it by Vimady app on my phone and added the song that we usually sing together on my voice this time. You can see little Nora’s posture at the end of the movie. The movie shows her view of a Turkish coffee family chat scene and a traditional home setting on a peaceful noon.

A gift by Nora.
a message from what we in mundane life perception call the future even though time is mostly literally made of transparent points . This video has been made through a collaboration of aunt and niece not necessarily at the same perception of plane of time . like a time machine

Here is a poem and a Tale for Nora for her gift:

The way you picked my phone and walked dancingly through our talks seemingly mundane but tailored well to properly fit to a daily Turkish coffee ritual is mantra.
Ingenious is the way you succeed to reset my memory about guarding my phone
while synchronously maintaining an opposite: my deepest trust towards your handling the device precise to accomplish our appointed purpose
With the physical ability of your 2.5 years old being because of which you’d document the best version of this everlasting movie
but also the understanding of the flow of time about its whirling circularity pinponting sound in vacuity was the path you drew during shooting this movie sequence
Moving knowingly the gaps of silence as if for your leaps that could hide you not to distract our chat
Well through us and the living room
Your intuitive technique is a shared intelligence in the usage of this unique pausless machine called emanation in its totality
dancingly through
as the very manifestation of you as the goddess of this formula, knowing of the formula not as an other is the Self bowing the Self is the conqueror of time. Making a secret agreement from our future to shoot a movie in the past with me hidden from our assumed roles as aunt and niece in our assumed perception of time is the cooperation to be able to set up the perfect scenario of a movie in fluidity and transparency of time and dance of space of all knowing staging the movement of the camera is naturally of your age
Using this as a part of the mastery you have made a best of the best. Best not as an empty complement or word of convention but mathematical beauty or the Shape of integrity crossing space and time.

Such big Love

“so ! Let’s play a game!”
I say to the rain
“stop stop Stop …Now!
while I bike bike Bike …Now!”
but Clouds can stay
because
I know they won’t go away
today

“stop stop Stop …Now!
while I bike bike Bike …Now!”

This path
towards the temple of the Heart
is …mantra

and as I reach reach almost reach

Turbulence
replaces itself with a sudden storm and fills my unmanned stage
making the lightest the hardest , gloomiest the dazzling brightest , shortest the longest …

Only then I realize the rain has long stopped

slowed down dramatically
however lucidly
I cross a graveyard maybe all that is
just to remember those that have passed from this realm of the sensuous polarity .

a remembrance that spontaneously displays all that as Liquid and-

They are a prayer
now

Crows appear
out of nowhere
like guardians as if

“May my posture carry the lightness of a delight of a seashell found coherently –

-as a mirror of one’s energy –

the carrier of a phosphorus illumination appearing in gradation as if –
Along the wholeness of its texture –
a texture made of the sky –
sky same as the sea

May we all be found by it …

so we can cross thought less

Thoughtless is the endless power of spontaneous will
from whose calm fierce waves rise
to deliver their energy

to the legs 🙂 – (so I bike on)

and breathless I take refuge in the junction of the shape of the uproar
and quickly join to the wind
to watch this mischievous game

Enlivened with a lightness of a smile
I whisper
softly and in full diplomacy:

“What is hardship my friend
having gone so far
in this play of ‘otherness …
What is vulnerability my friend
having gone so far
in this play of otherness …
What is desire my friend
having gone so far
in this play of otherness …”

Imagine saying that All at once in one breath to the wind! (not like written here in a row of linearity )

While dissolving this notorious otherness!!! in the beauty of omnifarious

The wind hush in the answer of what is …

Concession of
the unspeakable as two
which is one and one
for parts are equivalent Divine

Victorious is today in its congealment as a day
with its ever changing remould ings of the artistry of this pauseless union

Today is our celebration
made of the meditation
of ‘Such Big Love!’ .

….

Notes: it was stormy 3,4 March and I had this crazy inspiration while biking to bike on against that wind … even though I thought I could hardly climb the stairs a few hours ago. Such fun such delight of amazing light at the beach and I could see the eloquence of the Sufi temple towards the beach . The video shows how stormy it was !

Feels good …Hey

This
Flowing
Breath is
A sigh
Clearing the world

Has it really been so long
or is it always the first time

Maybe I don’t wanna know
and pretend
Just

to be able to write

A poem

Feels so good
Hey
Remember

Maybe it’s the weather
Maybe the radio
Maybe dreams
I said

of Outside

to
Every time
Envy
as if
to make love
there

There
in our heart
The lotus

Only
There
We perpetuate

Dreams

In colors of dunes
of
Rainy landscapes
made of
A bed of clouds
For you and I

Maybe thats why
This smell
Between dream and rain
Damp and green
Lingers on

An insence of prayer:
We

Jump to bathe
in
the unknown

For which
there are no words

Only
Birds
may interpolate

an exchange
of union

Into the color and the tone
of this throb

Along worlds

Seeping through
as undefined joy

The only key

that Makes the mesh

simultaneously

and permeates to trespass

but ours
is equally unplanned
We only plan for this unplanned
For bodies to meet as containers

The Be A Vehicle
of the unspeakable

weightlessness at
the Objectless
places

Places
places
place
placeless
Places

We
[only
have the breathe
To be the
inhalation
and exhalation
For the word
Breathless
for the wordless
Covering positives
and negatives
of the mesh]
Remain

Thoughtless

Plant
Seeds
of light

Flowers
Composed
Of a dance
Patterns
Temporary
Manifestation
Along
the mesh
Twinkle
#love

Your eyes

Suspended from the brightest of stars
I have retained your retina now
seedling of all space flowers
Shooting
Blossoming 
Expanding
All that
in poetic precision
in one line
is the dance

Dance of crystalline green

Intact
and still
surrendered by the sounds
of all explosions of bulbs

This mother and father
unstruck are one body now

You and I
making the only
now

love
love
love

The lord of the Fish

1)Tide:

Sea Shells
he gifted to me
Coral amulets
Braclets
made of the beaches that he loved
Scintillating rare seaweed greens like diamonds of the heart

Appeared every day at the same place with an handsomely worn headdress – an anchor to become visible in gross state for a while

A mistery cavalier

Hanging there between the fumes of the burning passage of blues and the reds of the horizons of dusks

Incessantly marking the sandline of the effervescent history

Making all sunsets nude
a gift of all sunsets
from all worlds

Celebrating
the glory
and the lustre
and the majesty
of such steeping transparency

Singing me indefatigably
the mantra:

***” Be Happy!”***

Pushing the sound
letter by letter
through the pores of my Skin
Chest
Heart
Eyes

concrete-clear
with an assertive glance
of sea-blue crystal
in one emphatic breath
Disallowing any of my
blurring existentialist doubtful
sighs

Ooze in
by a Shhhushh

Rising
from his sensing

A mouth
made of the waves of the ocean

Curing the lost last traces

Dumping all the veiling
Irrevocably

Massaging with
Now

Now only
is
the waking
of the soul
to its velvety
Presence

by and between
his ebb and flow

I stood there always
Silently
Bubbles surging
Invisibly
or my silhouette
Sculpted
by the wind
Made of the blow
of the Goddess

A poem
or
just a poem

(What’s the difference?)

He wanted to have
from me

‘Sunsets
Shared !’

I exclaimed

‘between
Your and mine
Dissolving Gaze’

unknowing what
he meant

The winds
Rushed the motion
of it all then

It is a dance !
Yes a dance

A dance

Ecstatic dance

Different
as if
different
but nonchalantly
Unchanging
and the same
All the time
Making the days
Painfully the tea-time
of Alice in Wonderland

As it disappeared
or he ….or all …or
I
heared my heart
Gush
in the same rhythm of
his grandeur
vanishing line

A fading
wave
Filling the
Universe
to its
Immutable Hertz
of
Goodbye Sweetie

☆☆☆


2)Jyoti:

I recognized him
only after he left

A dream
gifted

This treasure
Made of the ocean of illusions
Rising from my belly
made him up

Yes yes

Reanimated
by my mind

and he
Appeared
As a he

Just like that

Yes
Just like that

so
He could kiss

Kiss it all over me
until I would disappear
Piece by piece

Like the ocean mountains

destroyed or reborn
is in the perception of
ignorent or wise

I was prepared to erase me

6 levels down if necessary

Fearless

or else
let it all fade
Dispatch
If you can

then

Only then

Should you rise again

Maybe to below 2 levels up

and then
to the Light

The light that we are

and I woke up

to

who I am

is knowing

this king

Half man Half Fish
in my imagination
The Lord of the Fish

carries

A torch of starlight
after sunsets

Illuminates the
“There ain’t a method really”

with a Shhsshhh

“On spirituality”

You will see

You will see

when the
Shape of the sound
Splittered as
the phosphorus
glitter of waves
makes the waves
your own
Beauty

Only after
the rays touch
Sunset skies of all dreams

Arambol beach