~The Remembrance

The Remembrance, 21st Sept 2008 At the rim of eternal longing The forgotten speech of life Changing phrases. This dark void has been the womb of all my creation, endless aloneness of my eyes into forever transformation of love’s horizons. I lost all human relations For the sake of a glance exchange with the immortal…

I Witness – Podcast

https://open.spotify.com/episode/3BpFit1oKAKQVuCIOio9tv?si=917f4feea7a04b08 I witness the coming and going of migrant birds I witness the yearning of my heart to meet herself in each breath, I witness the gentle touch of morning sun on ocean waves While my gaze settling into horizons of a new day I witness the play of death inside life, as your will…

Note to Self – Final whirl

https://open.spotify.com/episode/0eSdZ9l9RQDBuCdPVZlKSU?si=izQMqkmtQdy4VfkiETi6hg&dl_branch=1 Ah love,  circling in my heart See valleys and high peak mountains, Eagles with open wings, Willow trees still in winds. Ah love,  My pain, my cure, My goings, My comings. My words, my silence. My eternal flame Burn me, burn me All travels are ending In this final whirl. Mirror, mirror What do…

Sultan & the nightingale

*Sultan-am, Sun of my day, Peace of my night, My hidden lover My Istanbul, my Bosphorus, my one song, owner of my heart, the day our eyes met, All deserts of the world became rose gardens. All birds, became nightingales. all thorns, petals,  fragrances  became one breath,  one gaze, between us. You, my reason of…

Murmurs of God

Beloved, Walls of home on earth have lost their meanings,My body rests on waves Moving me  closer toward heaven of my dreams.While my heart has become Your kingdom of love.  I gave it all up,Sat alone in silence,Sinking in your ocean,Burning in your fire.Longing opened me up Inside out,I did not know,When it happened.You cameWhen…

O. ROSE

O rose, the innocence of touch have you found your way into his chamber; could his dark secret love climbs on your noble body taming your fragile soft petals? Ah, the openness inside takes you to the unmeasured valleys of pleasure unknown purity of the divine feminine sweetness of connection with his touch under the…

Embrace

There is a man, In my heart Who I am so tempted to call him, my beloved yar*. His voice hovers my soul Between highs and lows. For him, I wear a white skirt Full of cherry blossoms, I color my nail With rose petals. For him, I change the wind's direction, tell the wild…