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Some things aren’t visible until you’re truly ready to see them.
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“All that is necessary to awaken to yourself as the radiant emptiness of spirit is to stop seeking something more or better or different, and to turn your attention inward to the awake silence that you are.” ~ Adyashanti

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Shine like the whole universe is yours.
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Set wide the window. Let me drink the day.
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The idea of a life gets in the way of my life. ~ Sylvia Plath

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This thought processing used to dominate my entire being not too long ago. I have finally left the haunting tendency behind. Or so, I think . . .

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hand in hand with its clouds above
the mountain mist sheds its blanket
as if to invite me to eavesdrop
where three little black birds went astray
hours ago into their vast depth quietly

i inhale but hesitate to exhale
in my respect for this collective silence
even those Nature’s darling hyper minions
had tucked in their calm under their wings
who am i what on earth am i
to interrupt their cherished harmony

the remainder of last night’s snow
begins to take a nap high above and below

i sit then stand up next i want to jump
up onto the horizon of the self-revealing sky
to soar beyond eternity
in tight embrace of my third eye

hülya n. yılmaz, 3.7.2018

 

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sitting on the balcony
comforted by a sun-warmed chair
being kissed by the generous morning sun
soaking its reflections on the lake’s expansive air

the last day of this journey
promises countless others on my path

oh what a walk this one has already turned out be

do not wait up for me
you trials tribulations sorrows sadness
i will make this one worth my while
for each of the past ordeal-rich years

with steadfast trots
i will fly up through the sky
sing and dance there and below
in my own tiny but thus far strongest
ever so gigantic steps of my own beat
excluding all along from my dictionary
all words that distantly resemble defeat

hülya n. yılmaz, 3.8.2018

 

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“Most people don’t realize that the mind constantly chatters. And yet, that chatter winds up being the force that drives us much of the day in terms of what we do, what we react to, and how we feel.” ~ Jon Kabat-Zinn

 

If you are anything like I am, then you will immediately connect to this claim: At times, there is so much ‘chatter’ in my mind that my inner self is drained of any energy, which is best used in achieving internal peace. But then again, such effort turns me into a thought-driven being – one that is actually not being but rather becoming and trying to become constantly . . . How do you attain the delicate balance in-between?

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On the journey to myself I’ve been so many people.Indigo Williams

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I still am becoming “so many people” through my examinations and realizations of self, which reflects in its spiritual materialization time and again . . . Any thoughts?

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