I tell myself that every time
“What if I write it and it’s bad-”
WHAT IF YOU WRITE IT AND ITS GOOD? WHAT IF YOU WRITE IT AND ITS EXACTLY WHAT YOU WANTED? WHAT THEN????
Anne seni çok özledim 😞
anne ben geldim, üstüm başım
uzak yolların tozlarıyla perişan
çoktan paralandı ördüğün kazak
üzerinde yeşil nakışlar olan
anne ben geldim, yoruldum artık
her yolağzında kendime rastlamaktan
hep acılı, sarhoş ve sarsak
şiirler çırpıştıran bi adam
kurumuş kuyunun suyu, incirin
sütü çoktan çekilmiş
bir zamanlar dünya sandığım bahçeyi
ayrık otları, dikenler bürümüş
kapıdaki çıngırak kararmış nemden
atnalı ve sarmısak duruyor ama
oğlum, mektup yaz diyen
sesin hala kulaklarımda
anne ben geldim, ağdaki balık
bardaktaki su kadar umarsızım
dizlerin duruyor mu başımı koyacak?
anne ben geldim, oğlun, hayırsızın..
ahmet erhan külliyatı
Mavinin elli tonlarındayım (hier: Gemiler koyu Kayaköy Fethiye) https://www.instagram.com/p/CRgj0zxNy_HuUEOS1dAhWdRpD5IYMNtTEk063k0/?utm_medium=tumblr
Focus at first to yourself and than to others
“Before you find your soul mate, you must first discover your soul.”
— Charles Glassman
**A silent encounter in Ximen's living heart**
The day was long and tiredness had me firmly in its grip. In my hotel room, I didn't feel like going out again - but something inexplicable finally drew me into the evening streets of Ximen. The area pulsated with life: colourful lights, laughing people, the muffled sound of the city. But in the midst of this hustle and bustle, I came across an oasis of calm - a temple hidden modestly between the modern facades.
The red lanterns cast a warm light on the carved wooden gates and the scent of incense hung in the air. I paused for a moment in front of the altar with the *Mother of Heaven* (天上聖母), mesmerised by the peaceful atmosphere. Here, between the whispering prayers and the golden statues, the hustle and bustle of the city seemed like a distant memory.
I lifted the camera and captured a few details: the ornate lettering, the *"Southern Show of the Guanyin Bodhisattva "* (南燕视世音菩薩), the simple elegance of the *Huade Dehua Temple* (华治德化堂). Each picture told of a world that took its time - a contrast to the restless hustle and bustle outside.
As I left the temple, I felt light, as if this chance encounter had reminded me of something important: that there are always places of calm in the midst of chaos, if you are only prepared to see them. The evening ended with a smile - and the certainty that it had been exactly the right moment to leave the room after all.
Source - Butch/Femme edited by M.G Soares
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I saw a miracle today and it was this. I had already given up hope but after 2 years with only one withered leaf I get my new flower. This means a lot to me because it shows me that you shouldn't give up too quickly and just take care of it and the shoot will give you a new flower.
It's always the better choice
I prefer books to people.
"I choose not to respond to these messages.
Because it's a way for me to keep my soul.
Not responding is not disrespectful,
an expression of my self-respect.
The guilt is not mine.
The burden I carry no longer belongs to me.
I want to heal, not fight.
And that's why I hear myself most where I am silent."