Raise your words

Raise your words, not voice. It is rain that grows flowers, not thunder.
Mevlana Celaleddin Rumi

12 Mayıs 2014 Pazartesi

Nothing Leaves Nothing

Nothing leaves nothing. We are nothing.
In the sun and air we delay ourselves a bit
From the unbreathable darkness that will weigh us down
Imposed by the humble ground
Postponed cadavers that procreate.
Laws made, statues seen, odes finished -
Everything has its own grave. If we, flesh
To which an intimate sun gives blood, if we have
A sunset, why don't they?
We are stories telling stories, nothing.
- Pessoa

6 Mayıs 2014 Salı

You Call It Fate

Until you make the unconscious conscious, it will direct your life and you will call it fate.
Jung