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. . .

in the blink of an eye we say

everything can end

clear or a blend

images run

with no intent to stay

survivors do talk

as i did and do

but i am beyond grateful

so i also walk the walk . . .

 

in the aftermath of a serious car accident

(c) hülya n. yılmaz, 7.18.2018

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. . .

wenn auch du so scheinst im leben
als gelte ausser liebe nichts
bleibt ewig dein atem-ende
ohne sich zu verderben
denn dein erstes licht der liebe
laesst sich nie versterben

© hülya n. yılmaz, 7.7.2018

If you indeed shine in life
As if nothing else but love matters,
Your final breath will last forever
And it will not be tainted.
For your primeval light of love
Will never allow it to die.

Translation © hülya n. yılmaz, 7.8.2018

Eğer ki ışıdıysan hayatta içten
sevgi
dışında hiçbir anlam yokmuşçasına
ebedi kalır en son
nefesin
özünü yitirmemesine
asıl
aşk ışığın çünkü
asla bırakmaz
kendini ölüme

Translation © hülya n. yılmaz, 7.8.2018

 

 

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a poem with no title

tens of vultures huddled
playing phone tag with those in the farthest distance
they all heard it now . . .
breathing bodies lain there to feast on
tiny unprotected not-yet-knowing-how to-walk bodies
with each of their soon-to be-bloodied cells crying
their half-closed fear-laden eyes searching
for their mommies and daddies
while their fading whispers
hold on to their last hope

. . .

other adults would come
and when they do
their hurts will be no longer
first a warm calming hug
everything is okay-kind of a-hug
then their aching tummies will be filled
on top of a heated receiving blanket
they will fall into a sweet slumber
and see their mummies and daddies in their dreams

. . .

not so at all!

get ready you dearest little souls
too many grown-ups want you to die
but before you pass on to the yonder
which they themselves dread to death
throughout their miserable lives
know that there is not just one of them out and about
plenty of them play hide and seek all around
they come in different shapes and sizes
only their heart fits under the same reptiles’ rock
because they all don it in their rotting unified inside
a post-birth malfunction that is one of a kind . . .

© hülya n yılmaz, June 20, 2018

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[Photo Credit: Self, June 12.2018 ~ Location: Winslow, New Jersey]

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. . .

Those who cannot change their minds
cannot change anything.

George Bernard Shaw

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“As soon as you see something, you already start to intellectualize it. As soon as you intellectualize something, it is no longer what you saw.” ~ Shunryu Suzuki

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. . .

I felt in need of a great pilgrimage,
so I sat still for three days.

~ Kabir

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I am wholeheartedly hoping to achieve some silence from my self this summer (2018), while I will try my best to ‘sit still’. Not “for three days” . . . that is certain when I am concerned. At least a few hours. Maybe . . .

How about you? Have you ever felt the need to not speak at all for a while? Or, just “sat still”? Please, tell me that doing so is possible! Even for someone like myself (chronic teacher’s disease . . .)

 

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We meet ourselves
time and again
in a thousand disguises
on the path of life.

Carl Gustav Jung

 

 

 

 

 

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