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.

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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 !

The unwritten poem

The color of the dance
of that fair goddess
Painting skies
Moving heavenly bodies
for the senses
of those
Assuming
the everpresent coolness
of flow of the space
made by the alluring smell
of the branches of the pine
Reflects
immaculate greens
stemming from the lustre
of the delight in your eyes

which I have met the other day in a dream

Curled by
a momentary condensation
of crystalline droplets
that tap
earth surfaces
to compose a lure
of the divine flow

Her smile

glows
and lifts the universe
from where
it synchronously expands

Expands as if!

and knits
the mesh
made of globules
of knots of light
of bliss

Skin of all
Pervading skin

and she emanates (in all)
from touch
– an inhalation
oozing
from the awareness of the meeting point of all lines

Sheltering all color

like the shelter of all storms

is by the wisdom of being all storms

in the form of the lotus of the heart

by which you celebrate now
as the sky sinks into yourHead

and I Lose the ‘me’
dressed by dreams of you
in your eternal dream of love

I wake up
in the lightness
of your turbulent presence
dashing
the gateless gate
between what we used to call
reality and dream

and wait

Wait to receive the omen
in the unstruck beat of one meditation

to read
re read
your love poem

the unending one

I am no thing but the sound of the letters read by all lovers now

Lovers being the One
Love stories being the One

where one plus one finally makes One

I wake up saying:
“I thought it was just Just a dream!”

Written on the 4th of July, 2018 for The HYMN: Song of the Soul

because of my inspiration of the author of the ‘The HYMN: Song of the Soul’

which is a gift to receive and a revelation of love
I had indeed a dream the night before I read the Hymn so I was waiting
There are no miracles but being – Being Just – what more is a miracle than Being is one

I read the Hymn in one go breathless and already at the first line I knew who the author is and for whom the book is written ♡

Check this beautiful & free book:
https://www.instagram.com/the_hymn/

 

 

The unspeakable

When you think of me is when I think of you is made of love only and received immediately and perpetually without any delay/space/gap/words because in love mind is the same Heart is the same and One
When you think of me is when I think of you is made of #love only dissolving seasons and landscapes Making worlds transparent Stitching time with patterns of residues
for yoga only
Only yoga converts these stitches to flower fractals gifted to the dance of the wind
The wind that reflects the fractal flowers as clouds that will rain rain
for Satya
When you think of me is when I think of you is made of love only and so I can see you when I want in a shape through which I sense you are watching me but a shape is a concession only
because then you are everywhere if this is to be assigned to a place
because then you are everything if this is to be assigned to a thing
When you think of me is when I think of you is made of #love only but ‘to think’ is not how i can describe such recognition in reality
You is a sparkle landing from a crest to the heart that converts to a white flower that reflects all color as gapless creativity …
You is a dream that makes all a dream inseparable from truth
You is a thought that stops all thought

You is not something to be continued
You is not silence not any stillness could describe
You
And still
You is all that

The unspeakable

Snowflake

Drawing ink color pencil from 2015 – 31X24cm – Ink,watercolr, pencil,pastel on watercolor paper

 

I have become all love stories for you.

Carrying your ring made of the reflection of your eyes

A unique crystal forevermore
Reserving the soundless sound
Made of its form

With our union
in the heart of all
Victorious is now.

if you wish for snow

all that you touch
delicacy
of your own
like a flower
all that you see
indifferent
not other

you are everywhere
willingly confined
by a blue green line
that brought me back
sometime
and this body
for a while

O the expanding
the dance divine
and I shall stay
for the play
for it is
rising
rising

O the lover
pervader of all experience
rooted by free will
things move
move as if
your seat
unchanging

is knowledge
flashing forth

this
thing
things

and that’s why
if you wish

if you wish for snow
it shall snow

synchronously

at places
where it snows

holy is that
soulful touch