Just opened Rumi’s Selected poems and was blown away.
Your grief for what you’ve lost lifts a mirror
Up to where you’re bravely working.Expecting the worst, you look, and instead, here’s the joyful face you’ve been wanting to see.
Your hand opens and closes and opens and closes. If it were always a fist or always stretched open, you would be paralysed.
Your deepest presence is in every small contracting Continue reading
I can tell you’re feeling lost
Wondering round without a clue
The road you will cross
Take my hand I’ll lead you
Now, I don’t know it all
But if you fall
I’ll be there for you
The things that you can be
Are there for us to see
I believe in you
(I believe in you)
I believe in all the things that you do
(All the things you do)
I believe in you
(I believe in you)
I believe
I’ve seen you and your battle scars
Caught up in these rattling chains
I wonder how you are
Inside this so called fame
I wanna fill your empty shell
Free you from the spell
Throw away the blame
I’m gonna set your soul at ease
Thaw you from the freeze
I believe in you
(I believe in you)
I believe in all the things that you do
(All the things you do)
I believe in you
(I believe in you)
I believe
We’re travelling full speed
We got all that we need
Let’s go out on that ride
It’s time for you and me
And all that we can be
I believe in you
I believe in all the things that you do
I believe in you
(I believe in you)
I believe in all the things that you do
(All the things you do)
I can tell you’re feeling lost
(I believe in you)
(I believe, I believe in you)
I believe in you
(All the things you do)
(I believe, I believe in you)
Yes, I do
I can tell you’re feeling lost
(I believe in you)
(I believe, I believe in you)
I believe in you
(All the things you do)
(I believe, I believe in you)
Yes, I do
I believe
(I believe in you)
(I believe, I believe in you)
I believe in you
I believe in you
Pencere yari acik,
kullagim rüzgarin sesini dinlemekte,
kalbide ise sen!!!
Seni düsünüyorum,
kafam karisiyor,
bilmedigim bir duygu
beni pencereye cekiyor
Yere düsen yapraklari seyre dalyiorum!
Düsündüm!!!
Oysaki birkac gün önce canlilardi,
su anda ise gözümün önünde,
cansiz bir sekilde yere düsmekteydi…
Ölümü düsündüm,
bir gün bende böyle kayip gidecektim bu dünyadan!
Yasamak güzel ise ölmekte güzel olmali
diye düsündüm.
Yüzümde bir tebessüm hayata gülümsedim
You’ve got the words to change a nation
but you’re biting your tongue
You’ve spent a life time stuck in silence
afraid you’ll say something wrong
If no one ever hears it how we gonna learn your song?
So come, on come on
Come on, come on
You’ve got a heart as loud as lightening
So why let your voice be tamed?
Baby we’re a little different
there’s no need to be ashamed
You’ve got the light to fight the shadows
so stop hiding it away
Come on, Come on
I wanna sing, I wanna shout
I wanna scream till the words dry out
so put it in all of the papers,
i’m not afraid
they can read all about it
read all about it oh
Emeli Sande – Read All About It Part 3
What is life as such? One does not feel like it is a choice. One is birthed into this world. No choice there. A child is born into this world because of an intercourse in whichever manner that happens. An egg and a spermcell. That is the beginning. Penetration, the sort that keeps on repeating itself in whatever format during the course of one’s life.
Do we ever know where we’re headed? Except the certainty that life as such will lead into death.
So what is life? A process that will end in such a manner we can not control? Is that it? Life is waiting. Waiting for what will come inevitably.
Does that make any sense at all? The waiting part?
Or is life how we choose to fill up the time waiting in however way we were brought up, influenced and shaped by all the experiences since we came out of a womb?
One keeps on wondering. An answer probably impossible to come up with.
Written at a memorial service for somebody I did not know.
For days now R has been having this song on repeat. Not because she is trying to continuously pay tribute to the legacy Whitney Houston has left behind. Not because the death of Whitney was such a devastating moment in R’s life since she grew up listening to her songs.
But because this song means so much to R.
Having grown up without any perception of love, the concept of it all. |Not knowing what Love even meant R had never been capable of feeling any kind of love for herself. How could she? Love was simply a word that was overused in so many circumstances she found herself in but never an emotion she felt in reality. Emotional poverty at its worst.
When R heard this Whitney song for the first time she cried. Tears that came from an unknown place, some hollow space situated somewhere within her. R still feels like tearing up every single time this song is played. And since it has been on repeat for the past few weeks, tearing up is just what she did. So many times. Over and over again.
For now R still has no idea what love is. No matter how many philosophers she reads, she still has no clue. Neither does she know how to love herself. That is the brutal honesty that lives within her. She is looking. She is searching for it. Desperately. But for now without success.
If only she had more to lead her on this journey than this song alone.
Fuck yeah. every single word. you
Love is very important to me. It’s healing. I don’t like living in my head, it’s busy, loud and I’m quite negative about myself. I’m self critical, self analytical. It’s just lovely to be in the arms of somebody who just loves you, and all the shit you hate about yourself.
What’s great about tracks from the 90s is that it will sound familiar, even bring out the memories we now might be ashamed of and laugh with a bit sheepishly about the stupid shit you pulled when you were younger. Yeah. You do remember going completely nuts when you heard it for the first time on the radio and you do remember going bezerk when it was played in the club you went to with your mates when you were still under-aged but decided you wanted to get drunk and breathe the air of what looked like coolness galore.
It is the kind of songs that makes you go down memory lane. Reliving those days where you were just a kid with little on his or her mind. Just fun. Forgetting the bad days that most probably went with those good days. But screw that. It makes you want to sound like all the old people you then looked down upon just because of ageism and say:”Those were the days, my friend”.O wait. You really did not want to sound like those old people. Because that makes you look old right now. But then again you really are. Seeing how the teenagers of today are you might even think that you were old when you actually still were a teen. Because nothing is what is used to be. Nothing. And that might bring out more melancholic feelings. But once you are going down memory lane there’s really no reason to stop.
Grace Jones might as well be considered on of the greatest pop stars on this planet. And I specially mention this planet as sometimes she feels like an alien experience. Just why the likes of Madonna and most recently Lady Gaga were and till are influenced by her. Whether it i in the fashion department, performance wise or musically makes Grace Jones one of the High Priestesses of Pop Culture.
Because it was she that fucked with the narrow-minded definitions of gender and sexuality, even when she was just a model in New York and Paris. It was Grace Jones that toyed with every aspect of female power and whipped away any prejudice against strong women in pop music (and that as a PoC). It was Grace Jones that redefined pop music decades ago by mingling pop with French Chanson, Reggea and Dub. In more than one way she paved the way for today’s Pop Superstars by bringing down stereotypes by jut being herself.
And listening to her latest (dating already back to 2008) album “Hurricane” just makes you realize that she is still out there and a force to be reckoned with. So bow down for Pop Royalty.
