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You amuse me with your touch
although I can’t see your hands.
You have kissed me with tenderness
although I haven’t seen your lips
You are hidden from me.
But it is you who keeps me alive
Perhaps the time will come
when you will tire of kisses
I shall be happy
even for insults from you
I only ask that you
keep some attention on me.
Rumi

 

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I wish I had the courage
To speak of this secret
To tell the world
About this love
Isn’t lack of wanting
Isn’t lack of desire
You are my wanting
My greatest desire
I wish I could speak loud about
This healthy madness
That is to be in your arms
Lost in your kisses
Feeling crazy by desire
I wish I could recite verses
Sing to the four winds
The words that spring
You’re the inspiration
My motivation
I wish I could speak of dreams
Tell my secret desire
Of leaving everything
To live with you
This ulterior desire

 

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Last night as I was sleeping,
I dreamt—marvelous error!—
that a spring was breaking
out in my heart.
I said: Along which secret aqueduct,
Oh water, are you coming to me,
water of a new life
that I have never drunk?

Last night as I was sleeping,
I dreamt—marvelous error!—
that I had a beehive
here inside my heart.
And the golden bees
were making white combs
and sweet honey
from my old failures.

Last night as I was sleeping,
I dreamt—marvelous error!—
that a fiery sun was giving
light inside my heart.
It was fiery because I felt
warmth as from a hearth,
and sun because it gave light
and brought tears to my eyes.

Last night as I slept,
I dreamt—marvelous error!—
that it was God I had
here inside my heart.

You said, “I will go to another land, I will go to another sea.
Another city will be found, a better one than this.
Every effort of mine is a condemnation of fate;
and my heart is — like a corpse — buried.
How long will my mind remain in this wasteland.
Wherever I turn my eyes, wherever I may look
I see black ruins of my life here,
where I spent so many years destroying and wasting.”

You will find no new lands, you will find no other seas.
The city will follow you. You will roam the same
streets. And you will age in the same neighborhoods;
and you will grow gray in these same houses.
Always you will arrive in this city. Do not hope for any other —
There is no ship for you, there is no road.
As you have destroyed your life here
in this little corner, you have ruinded it in the entire world.

soft pastel - selfportrait

soft pastel – selfportrait

POUR FAIRE LE PORTRAIT D’UN OISEAU

Peindre d’abord une cage
avec une porte ouverte
peindre ensuite
quelque chose de joli
quelque chose de simple
quelque chose de beau
quelque chose d’utile
pour l’oiseau
placer ensuite la toile contre un arbre
dans un jardin
dans un bois
ou dans une forêt
se cacher derrière l’arbre
sans rien dire
sans bouger…
Parfois l’oiseau arrive vite
mais il peut aussi bien mettre de longues années
avant de se décider
Ne pas se décourager
attendre
attendre s’il le faut pendant des années
la vitesse ou la lenteur de l’arrivée de l’oiseau
n’ayant aucun rapport
avec la réussite du tableau
Quand l’oiseau arrive
s’il arrive
observer le plus profond silence
attendre que l’oiseau entre dans la cage
et quand il est entré
fermer doucement la porte avec le pinceau
puis
effacer un à un les barreaux
en ayant soin de ne toucher aucune des plumes de l’oiseau
Faire ensuite le portrait de l’arbre
en choisissant la plus belle de ses branches
pour l’oiseau
peindre aussi le vert feuillage et la fraîcheur du vent
la poussière du soleil
et le bruit des bêtes de l’herbe dans la chaleur de l’été
et puis attendre que l’oiseau se décide à chanter
Si l’oiseau ne chante pas
c’est mauvais signe
signe que le tableau est mauvais
mais s’il chante c’est bon signe
signe que vous pouvez signer
Alors vous arrachez tout doucement
une des plumes de l’oiseau
et vous écrivez votre nom dans un coin du tableau.
Jacques Prévert

soft pastel-pour faire le portrait d'un oiseau

soft pastel-pour faire le portrait d’un oiseau

I have sent you my invitation, the note inscribed on the palm of my hand by the fire of living. Don’t jump up and shout, “Yes, this is what I want! Let’s do it!” Just stand up quietly and dance with me.

Show me how you follow your deepest desires, spiralling down into the ache within the ache. And I will show you how I reach inward and open outward to feel the kiss of the Mystery, sweet lips on my own, everyday.

Don’t tell me you want to hold the whole world in your heart. Show me how you turn away from making another wrong without abandoning yourself when you are hurt and afraid of being unloved.

Tell me a story of who you are,
And see who I am in the stories I am living. And together we will remember that each of us always has a choice.

Don’t tell me how wonderful things will be . . . some day. Show me you can risk being completely at peace, truly OK with the way things are right now in this moment, and again in the next and the next and the next. . .

I have heard enough warrior stories of heroic daring. Tell me how you crumble when you hit the wall, the place you cannot go beyond by the strength of your own will. What carries you to the other side of that wall, to the fragile beauty of your own humanness?

And after we have shown each other how we have set and kept the clear, healthy boundaries that help us live side by side with each other, let us risk remembering that we never stop silently loving those we once loved out loud.

Take me to the places on the earth that teach you how to dance, the places where you can risk letting the world break your heart. And I will take you to the places where the earth beneath my feet and the stars overhead make my heart whole again and again.

Show me how you take care of business without letting business determine who you are. When the children are fed but still the voices within and around us shout that soul’s desires have too high a price, let us remind each other that it is never about the money.

Show me how you offer to your people and the world the stories and the songs you want our children’s children to remember, and I will show you how I struggle not to change the world, but to love it.

Sit beside me in long moments of shared solitude, knowing both our absolute aloneness and our undeniable belonging. Dance with me in the silence and in the sound of small daily words, holding neither against me at the end of the day.

And when the sound of all the declarations of our sincerest intentions has died away on the wind, dance with me in the infinite pause before the next great inhale of the breath that is breathing us all into being, not filling the emptiness from the outside or from within.

Don’t say, “Yes!”
Just take my hand and dance with me.

Oriah Mountain Dreamer

watercolor on paper-wolf-the dance

watercolor on paper-wolf-the dance

Don’t grieve.
Anything you lose
comes round in another form..

~Rumi

watercolor on paper-selfportrait-don’t grieve

watercolor on paper-selfportrait-don’t grieve

When you seek Love
with all your Heart,
you shall find its echoes in the universe.
~Rumi

watercolor on paper-selfportrait-seeking love

watercolor on paper-selfportrait-seeking love

Be empty of worrying…
Why do you stay in prison
when the door is so wide open?
Move outside the tangle of fear-thinking.
~Rumi

watercolor on paper-portrait-empty

watercolor on paper-portrait-empty

A lover asked his beloved,

Do you love yourself more than you love me?

Beloved replied, I have died to myself and I live for you.

I’ve disappeared from myself and my attributes,

I am present only for you.

I’ve forgotten all my learnings,

but from knowing you I’ve become a scholar.

I’ve lost all my strength, but from your power I am able.

I love myself…I love you.

I love you…I love myself.

watercolor on paper-portrait-bloom

watercolor on paper-portrait-bloom

This love is the rose that blooms forever.
~Rumi

watercolor on paper-portrait-bloom

watercolor on paper-portrait-bloom

Do not feel Lonely
The entire universe is inside you.
~Rumi

watercolor on paper-selfportrait-do not feel  lonely

watercolor on paper-selfportrait-do not feel lonely

Yargıtay Onursal Cumhuriyet Başsavcısı, Türk hukukçu, yazar.

Ankara Üniversitesi Hukuk Fakültesini bitirdi. 1972’de Ankara Hakim adayı olarak mesleğine başladı. Sırasıyla Aralık ve Gülnar hakimliği ile Yargıtay Ceza Genel Kurulu Tetkik Hakimliği görevlerinde bulundu. 7 Kasım 1987’de Yargıtay üyeliğine seçildi. 1990 Hakimler ve Savcılar Yüksek Kurulu yedek üyeliği ve 1993 yılında HSYK asıl üyeliğine seçildi; Seyfi Oktay’ın Adalet Bakanı olduğu dönemde yapılan bazı atamalar ve seçimleri içine sindiremediği için bu görevinden Mart 1994’te istifa etti. Yargıtay Büyük Genel Kurulunca gösterilen adaylar arasından 17 Ocak 1997 tarihinde Süleyman Demirel tarafından Yargıtay Cumhuriyet Başsavcılığına seçilmiştir. 19 Ocak 2001 tarihinde kendi isteğiyle emekliye ayrılmıştır.28 Şubat süreci’nde Refah Partisi, daha sonra Fazilet Partisi’nin kapatılma davalarını açtı.

“Simplicity, patience, compassion.
These three are your greatest treasures.
Simple in actions and thoughts, you return to the source of being.
Patient with both friends and enemies,
you accord with the way things are.
Compassionate toward yourself,
you reconcile all beings in the world.”

― Lao Tzu, Tao Te Ching

Water Lily- Oil Painting

Water Lily- Oil Painting

If I cry, can you hear my voice,
In my lines;
Can you touch,
My tears, with your hands?
I didn’t know that songs were this beautiful,
Whereas words were this insufficient
Before I had this trouble.
There is a place, I know;
It is possible to say everything;
I am pretty close, I can feel;
I can’t tell.

Portrait-watercolor on paper

Portrait-watercolor on paper

 

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