Sailing the seA

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It always feels great to step into a new adventure. Your heart beat goes up, you feel like something good is coming your way. Still the very idea of new things may scare you, but as the waves goes by your confidence goes up and you begin to look for a storm.

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Just as sure the passing of the seasons, the little waves becomes larger and the horizon looks more and more dark. You may look confident but there is a little voice telling you that, let alone yourself, the ship is a fragile little thing in the hands of the sea. You do not look at the coming storm as if you are looking at your opponent in a war anymore. You understand your place but you tighten your fists and get ready to fight.

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And yet the storm passes you by. All your dreams of glory and adventure must now wait. Yet the passing storm leaves something behind. A beautiful scene… And it is not just a “beautiful scene”, it is your way back home. In that moment you realize that the storm have not only passed you by, it also defeated you. You stand on the deck of a tired ship sailing the sea, looking back home…

Thoughts and silencE

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There are times when your mind is troubled and you are in a deep and dark place. Every try to be hopeful just turns into a worse idea and every move just brings you deeper. At that moment when you are about to give up completely and crawl back to your cave never to go out, in that little moment, life shows you something to change your mind. In that moment when you give up all the effort to be happy, in that moment when you are silent, you see that there is peace and understanding in everything, even in your suffering. Then your suffering just leaves you as if it was never there and you begin from the start. Photo was taken just moments ago while walking in the cold.

“But you knew there would always be the spring, as you knew the river would flow again after it was frozen.”

- Ernest Hemingway

Remembering yourselF

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Looking at yourself from a different time, you almost can’t tell if it is the “current-you” looking back, or if you are the trail (or shall we say the path) coming from that moment and going somewhere. It is like this old church from Berlin, you see the windows and you are seen through them. You almost can feel a kind of paranoid since you are also being looked at (“time” being another spatial coordinate in space-time). Remembering yourself is a nasty business and you should not judge since there will come a time when you will also be judged by a person almost like you.

Happiness as a birD

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It is hard not to attach ourselves to the object of our happiness. It becomes even harder when we lose that thing in our lives. We never accept sadness as we accept its sister happiness. Yet they both fly around us and sometimes visit us in most unexpected places. You can never tell when you will be feeling like you are on top of world or just seconds away from misery.

ES_P7097Yet the idea of change is still there, that is all we know. We can be happy or sad any moment. There is only one fine printed note, which we ignored when we signed the contract, that happiness is like bird while its brother sadness is more like a anchor which weighs heavily. Attachment is possible for only one of them.

Night in the citY

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As the sun begins to set over the city, the city just shows you a different face, and different people. You know every one of them has different story.

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And as you begin to walk among them, you imagine their stories and their lives in a way. They flow with the city and they become thi city. You do not walk beside them as long…

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As long as you do not mix your story within. Only thing you need in order to mix your story is that one sight reminding you and then you are lost in the story never to be remembered again.

Silent prayeR

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The prayer composed by Dalai Lama includes the following lines towards the end:

By the profound interdependence of emptiness
and relative forms,

These two lines finds a great understanding in Buddhism. While I was reading the prayer, I remembered these photos. The person was silently praying in a mosque (Eski Cami) in Edirne. His image and silence made me think about emptiness and relative forms.

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You cannot tell if he was there or not, deeply meditating he was a perfect example of prayer for me. Nonexisting and deeply compassionate through form…

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With a smile I left the mosque, never wondering who or what kind of person the guy was. In that moment he was perfect and everybody.

“The essence of emptiness, is that everything depends on everything else”
14th Dalai Lama Tenzin Gyatso

IndependencE

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Today is the time of celebrations in Turkey. The celebration of independence as a republic. It is not just independence from enemies, but also from tyranny and long-time dead, opressive and lost empire. 91 years ago this day is marked in Turkish history, as the day of independence. The above picture is taken at dardanelles, where people fought and died for their and others’ right to be free. It is also the place which marks a milestone of Atatürk, the founding father of Turkey.
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Bosphorus where once battleships lie, is now a great sight for all of us. That is the masterwork of a great man and countless others, given to us for free, which started with a little word like “freedom”.

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The freedom given, is the freedom earned. So it was a long hard journey for the people back then, and there is much more for all people to do. Still, being independent is a great feeling and this time is to remember that one should never give away any of it for any reason at all.

Moon over bourbon streeT (Part V)

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And you return at the end of the night. With more questions then ever and fewer answers. Still the song remains the same. There is a moon over bourbon street, tonight…

Moon over bourbon streeT (Part IV)

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You see a face. A face to quench your thirst. You stood there and watch. Is she the one ?

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Yet you not only see the faces, but the person behind it. As much as they like to hide it, they always stand naked. Yet the question persists. Is that the idea ? Why do I love the thing I destroy or destroy the thing I love ?

Moon over bourbon streeT (Part III)

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Then you find your place. You move in silently. Lights are low and beautiful. People dancing everywhere. While there is a question in your head, you step in.

Moon over bourbon streeT (Part II)

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You then walk among strangers. See the faces and watch for a beautiful place. Like a palace, you search for your kingdom…

Moon over bourbon streeT (Part I)

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You know the song. You must know. The one about a man who goes out at nights and… Well… You understand when you see the moon just waking up over bosphorus.

Turning to yoU (Part V)

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And there is always a photograph which may depict your past and future at the same time. A photo of a house with nobody there. It is always a question, is the house empty or full ? Does the owner of the shirt have somebody with him/her ? There is two chiars but ? Can you be sure ? Is the house a “home” ? How can you tell a “home” from a “building” ? Have you ever learned the difference ? Yet you still keep walking and never look back. Anyways, that was my opnion while I was turning to you…

Turning to yoU (Part IV)

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You know you are walking towards the light and nothing should stop you. The streets will fill again with the people you love. They never leave you and never let you down. All you have to do is keep walking. There is always light for you and even if there is no light you should remember that you are the light.

Turning to yoU (Part III)

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Or don’t you ever turn ? In the eve of a revolution ? When you know something lies ahead and there is no time to turn around ? You may become lost in the dark ? Yet you still remember ? What do you do ?

Turning to yoU (Part II)

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When do you turn around and see what is behind you ? Do you do that when you are lonely ? Do you do that when you know you are being called ? Or if you are the one who is calling ?

Turning to yoU (Part I)

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It feels like watching a house without walls or a roof. You understand the idea which is not there anymore. It is more like an old photograph, which you know you took but can’t remember the “you” who took it while it slips through your fingers.

Gone fishinG

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It was just the end of the day, the sun gace its final light and said good night. There were these guys, without caring about the city, they were fishing. I do not know if they got something but I do not think that was the point. They were just fishing. I was walking past them thinking about some jazz melodies but this was the perfect melody just flowing before me. I almost forgot about my problems for a moment there, and thought about some guys fishing, a ship on the sea, the city and the sunset. They all mixed with the melodies in my head, then I dreamed a little dream.

Before sunseT

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İt is a graceful and delicate moment before sunset. Take your wine and dive in it. Don’t be late since it does not wait for you and you may have just seconds to be there. Forget every annoying, upsetting or unworthy thing; just be there. Watch it, let go of your thoughts, let go of yourself and be just the watcher just like sun watched the earth for billions of times. Let the ideas come to you and pass you by. Understand without thinking. Remember this happened for billions of years for you to watch it. So watch it before sunset…

Bozcaada blueS

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This is Bozcaada, filled with millions of memories. Watching it from far away makes you remember things even if you never been there. It may become your beacon on the never-ending ocean of reality even if you may never reach the shore.

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You may feel the loneliness of your journey and miss home. Still that doesn’t change it, you are there and witnessing it.

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Or even the sunset may have already begun and there is nothing you can do to make it stop. It makes you stand there, ignore all of the meaningless fuss of the world and witness the beauty.

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