Gerekirse sert, gerekirse yumusak olurum
Gerekirse rüya , gerekirse bir kabus gönderirim
Gerekirse sevgi veririm, gerekirse yanlizlik yasatirim
Gerekirse oksayarak hemen uyuturum
gerekire tüm gece boyunca uyutmam
Gerekirse evde kalici bir yatak
gerekirse gecici bir otel yatagi olurum
Gerekirse sessiz bir gece yasatirim
gerekirse disarida gök gürültüsü dinletiririm
Gerekirse yorganla isitirim
gerekirse yorgani cekip üsütürüm
Gerekirse unutulmaz bir ask gecesi yasatirim
gerekirse yanlizlikla izole ederim...
...her insanin kendi dilinden konusmak gerekiyor...
Lately I've been thinking about dreams. It's wonderful as the dream intends to wake you up from your great sleep whispering to your soul everyday: "Come back to reality, don't dream anymore, live the beauty of me, id est, use all your 5 senses, instead of only imagining me". Ironic, but wonderful in a sense, the final purpose of the dream is to make you stop dreaming and start living...
Why is it that love never comes easy? Maybe because we have fear, or we believe that we don't deserve to be loved because we don't love ourselves, maybe because we have the wrong definition of what love really is, maybe because we have to fight for love to understand its true value or maybe it just really isn't meant to be...whatever it is, not only the question, but also the answer doesn't come easy...let's ask Master Gibran.
Love
Then said Almitra, "Speak to us of Love."
And he raised his head and looked upon the people, and there fell a stillness upon them.
And with a great voice he said:
When love beckons to you follow him,
Though his ways are hard and steep.
And when his wings enfold you yield to him,
Though the sword hidden among his pinions may wound you.
And when he speaks to you believe in him,
Though his voice may shatter your dreams as the north wind lays waste the garden.
For even as love crowns you so shall he crucify you. Even as he is for your growth so is he for your pruning.
Even as he ascends to your height and caresses your tenderest branches that quiver in the sun,
So shall he descend to your roots and shake them in their clinging to the earth.
Like sheaves of corn he gathers you unto himself.
He threshes you to make you naked.
He sifts you to free you from your husks.
He grinds you to whiteness.
He kneads you until you are pliant;
And then he assigns you to his sacred fire, that you may become sacred bread for God's sacred feast.
All these things shall love do unto you that you may know the
secrets of your heart, and in that knowledge become a fragment of Life's
heart.
But if in your fear you would seek only love's peace and love's pleasure,
Then it is better for you that you cover your nakedness and pass out of love's threshing-floor,
Into the seasonless world where you shall laugh, but not all of your laughter, and weep, but not all of your tears.
Love gives naught but itself and takes naught but from itself.
Love possesses not nor would it be possessed;
For love is sufficient unto love.
When you love you should not say, "God is in my heart," but rather, I am in the heart of God."
And think not you can direct the course of love, if it finds you worthy, directs your course.
Love has no other desire but to fulfil itself.
But if you love and must needs have desires, let these be your desires:
To melt and be like a running brook that sings its melody to the night.
To know the pain of too much tenderness.
To be wounded by your own understanding of love;
And to bleed willingly and joyfully.
To wake at dawn with a winged heart and give thanks for another day of loving;
To rest at the noon hour and meditate love's ecstasy;
To return home at eventide with gratitude;
And then to sleep with a prayer for the beloved in your heart and a song of praise upon your lips.
When I was a child, I played with my arms, legs and eyes. It was quite fun.
Now that I am older, I still play. My arms became weak of working, my mind powerful of thinking. My legs got tired of running, my patience infinite of waiting. My eyes turned blind of seeing, but my heart visible of understanding.
Now that I am older, I still play. And it is still quite fun...
Para los k entiendan...realmente poema-canción preciosa.
Me gustan los que se callan y me gustan los que cantan, Y de tanto andar conmigo me gusta lo que me pasa. Me pasan cosas como estas... Aunque no tenga importancia andar contando a todos Todas las cosas que pasan. Por que uno no vive solo y lo que a uno le pasa le esta sucediendo al mundo; única razón y causa. Pues todito es tan perfecto, por que perfecto es Dios, Que se mueve alguna estrella cuando arranco una flor. Por eso si hay uno... hay dos. Supe del diablo la noche que al hambriento dije "No" También esa noche supe que el diablo es hijo de Dios. Ando solo por la vida dominante con un tono modestamente cantor sin pretensión de enseñar, Porque si el mundo es redondo, no se que es ir delante. Andar y andar siempre andando nada mas que por andar. No vine a explicar al mundo, solo vine a tocar. No quiero juzgar al hombre, al hombre quiero contar. Mi condición es la vida y mi camino cantar Cantar y contar la vida, es mi manera de andar. Un día llegue a Tandil y conocí a un anciano, Que a falta de inteligencia, se le dio por ser muy sabio. Le pregunte por Jesús una noche al lindo viejo, Y ahí mismo lo conocí; cuando me alcanzo un espejo. Yo bailo con mi canción y no con la que me tocan, Yo no soy la libertad; pero si el que la provoca. Si ya conozco el camino, para que voy a andar al costado, Si la libertad me gusta, para que voy a vivir de esclavo, Elegir yo siempre elijo, mas que por mi, por mi hermano Y si e elegido ser águila, fue por amor al gusano. Prefiero seguir a pie y no en caballo prestado Alguien por una manzana va siempre de ronda en un árbol Siempre llega primero el que va mas descargado El día que yo me muera no abra que usar la balanza, Pues para velar a un cantor con una milonga alcanza Doy la cara al enemigo, la espalda al buen comentario Pues el que acepta un halago empieza a ser dominado El hombre le hace caricias al caballo,para montarlo Perdón si me propase y me puse moralejo Nadie puede dar consejos, no hay hombre que sea tan viejo. Me pongo el sol al hombro y el mundo es amarillo. Me gusta andar, pero no sigo el camino, pues lo seguro ya no tiene misterio, me gusta ir con el verano, muy lejos, pero volver donde mi madre en invierno y ver los perros que jamás me olvidaron y los caballos... y los abrazos que me dan mis hermanos. Me gusta, me gusta.
Mecnun zu Leyla: "Deine verführerische Süße ist wie das sich entfaltende Bouquet eines reifen Weines meine Geliebte. Lass mich von deiner Süße eine Weile trunken verweilen, aber dann muss ich wieder in die Wüste fortziehen nur um später wieder zurückzukommen. Denn eine beständig strahlende Sonne lässt mürbe Trockenheit über eine fruchtbare Erde kommen. Die Liebe erblüht durch das Sonnenlicht, doch ohne den Regen ist sie früher oder später der Austrocknung geweiht. So spendet der Regen auch gleichzeitig unser Lebenswasser und ich schließe ihn deshalb in unsere Liebe mit ein...(eine von Millionen niedergeschriebenen unvollständigen Geschichten des fernen Orients und dennoch vollständig in sich)
What the
fuck is the purpose of life? Asking this question over and over again? Still
at the beginning of "I have no clue"? Of course you are because you keep asking instead of living. Questioning
is ok as long as you don’t get stuck in diving deep into the matter without
ever getting back to the surface. You practically drown yourself with questions
instead of enjoying what is. We always think that somewhere else we'd be more happy. Western Europeans dream of living on a beautiful ever-warm island with an amazing sunset behind palm trees and just chilling there on the beach whereas the people from the same island dream of a stable structured life in Western Europe with a BMW or Mercedes.
Ok, this is
just a messy beginning to mess more with our minds but here are my other two cents on what I actually wanted to tell you:
Don’t
search for happiness. Search for bliss. Truth is that there is no one who is
happy all the time. Feeling sad is human, and being human is pretty great. My
own formula for bliss equals peace of mind and joy. I find joy in being alive,
whether sad or happy. Emotions show me that I truly live.
Peace of mind I get by accepting who I am. Good and bad. The important thing in
life is to find one’s own purpose. Everyone in this world has a higher purpose
that one needs to serve. You don't have to be world-famous or rich in order to be special (these people can be the loneliest people in the world btw), you just need to do something that you love doing.
Dedication. There is a difference between the words "job" and "work". When you find out
what it is that you need to do here then you will find meaning in life. Oh
yeah, how can one find out? The greatest secret. Stand still, pray, meditate,
let go all the bullshit that is around you, all the heavy weight that you have
been collecting since you entered the adult world. Get rid of the fear. This is
what holds you back. Fear is what keeps you away from getting to meet your
innerself and finding your purpose of being.
Be
Bob, the nice guy who cleans the streets. Otherwise the world would be dirty.
What a great purpose. Maybe he will want to own one day his own cleaning company if he really loves cleaning and keeps on being an honest man who you can trust in. People will value that and come back. Be Emilia, who serves in a restaurant so some couples can eat outside and
celebrate their love. What a great purpose. Maybe she will want to own her own restaurant one day if she loves serving good drinks or food with a smile. People will value that and come back. For Bob and Emilia it is not about the money, but it is about becoming rich with some friends, rich with experiences, rich with wisdom, rich with the passion for what they do. Be yourself and find that love within yourself. If you don’t like what
you do, remember that it might only be a stop during your journey towards finding your purpose
of life. Stop worrying about it and enjoy it as life is in the here and now and
that’s all we have for the moment.
Nick, who was born without arms and hands enjoys his life. He has found his purpose of life - inspiring others to overcome their fears:
The conscient search itself is part of your journey and therefore already included in the purpose of life. Finding enlightment doesn't come at a certain age. It hits us when we are ready. (P.S.: Once it does, we will also know which place & people are right for us to live in and with.)
Love and Hate. Past and Future. Man and Woman. Good and Evil. Powerful and Weak. Light and Darkness. Beautiful and Ugly. Luke Skywalker and Darth Vader. Life and Death.
Are all these really two polarities that do not belong together? Maybe it is true that both sides have to fight each other as long as time exists but it is also true that none will ever win the last battle once and for all.Starting with this important knowledge you can decide either if you want to continue to see them as separates or as a union.
Let us assess a little the eternal Ying&Yang circle. It has a big white and a big black area. These represent all dualism in life. However, they are together in the circle and only through this they can be perfectly in union building a complete and impeccable circle. In order to make it more touchable, let's also use one explicit attribute. Let's take Life and Death. Many people fear death (without knowing they also fear life, but that's another story). Life could not exist without death and death could not exist without life. If nobody died, then nobody could live in a physical world, either. At least we would be forbidden to have children. Our ego however always tells us that we have to live as it thinks that this life in this body is the only possible form that exists. This is the most egoistic but most regular approach that human beings have. This might also be the most common reason why many are afraid of death while I'm sure there are many more different reasons to explain fear of death.
But let's look more into the Ying&Yang circle. Why are there dots on each side? Among other things it means that life also contains death and death contains life. This is reasonable as one (life/death) leads to the other (death/life). The next thing we might notice is the wave in the middle. It is not a straight line but on one end, it reaches deeper into the other side whereas on the other end it is more consumed by its adversary. This represents the giving and taking as well as the active and the passive. Sometimes life is more present and sometimes it is death which is stronger.
Furthermore, let's look at the amount. In the picture we can see that there is an equilibrium of both energies. Life and death always needs to stay in an equilibrium. It might move in waves from time to time, but in the long run, there will always be a natural balance.
Finally, if we look at all the attributes of Ying&Yang, everything that is contained within will always stay inside. It is a natural flow (remember the wave) of giving and taking, so when we die within the Ying&Yang we will not disappear. Our body might transform into dust, earth or food for worms and ultimately food for new babies who are born and grow adult by consuming this transformed energy that is always flowing anew within the Ying&Yang. Our souls also wander within the invisible world and will manifest in a different form, maybe visible, maybe staying invisible. Maybe as an angel. Maybe as another human being, maybe as a different star within the universe. Maybe as another universe within another macrocosmos. I don't know the answer and it's not important to me because I know the energy will never cease to exist - it only dies in order to go through a transformation into something else. A caterpillar has to die in order to become a butterfly. The water in the ocean evaporates in order to fall as raindrops over the mountains, uniting later with rivers and wandering back to the wonderful vast ocean. If we can win against our ego and give up the fear of dying, then we can even embrace death and look forward to it when the time has come for our bodies and souls to transform.
Meanwhile, I think it is also not favorable to just stay around the edges of the Ying&Yang. We should strive to move into the middle (although the edges are important, too, as they bring extreme joy, but let's not forget that they will also bring extreme agony along). There at the threshold between life and death we have to meet, so we can always see both sides. With one eye we see life, with the other we see death so we will always be able to cherish both. On the corners we will become fearful if we dwell for too long in there as we won't be able to understand or accept the other side sooner or later. Sleep under the moonlight can be enchanting but the sweet rays of the sunlight remind us to come back and be alive.
The Ying&Yang circle can also be translated into God. It encompasses everything that exists. Outside of the circle there is only non-existence. Argumentum e contrario, all non-existence is not God and all existence is God. Someone could of course argue that within Ying&Yang one side is existence and the other side is non-existence...that I leave for you to decide. But what would this mean? Only the same thing. What exists is God and what doesn't exist, is not God.
What do we ultimately derive from all this for our own purpose of being?
One day, a wise man woke up and decided to say “Good morning” to everyone he would meet along his way.
He left his well-known house and met the first stranger out on the street. The wise man said with a gentle voice “Good morning!”. But the other man having other things occupying his mind didn’t even notice that someone else was talking to him.
The wise man, without getting discouraged, saw on the corner a woman and immediately said “Good morning!”. The woman, however, assumed that the wise man was a pervert and walked away.
A few minutes later the wisr man saw a boy and again said “Good morning!”, this time, with a louder voice. The boy heard something, but ignored the voice out of fear that it might put him into trouble. He remembered that his parents told him not to talk to strangers. So he was pleased and thought to himself that he did the right thing.
The wise man nevertheless still being confident said “I know there is someone out there who will hear me”. Just at a crossroad, he then saw a young man. The wise man said “Good morning!”. The young man was not used to a stranger talking to him out of no reason. He wanted to return the salutation but because of being taken by such a surprise, the young man didn’t know how to react so he just smiled back. After the wise man was gone, the young man regretted that he didn’t seize the opportunity that was being presented to him. So the young man promised himself that he will return the next greeting he will receive.
“Well”, the wise man thought, “Is everybody still sleeping or why does nobody return the Good morning?” So he continued and reached the edge of the town. There he saw another man sitting quietly on a bench. He came closer and when he was just about to salute him, the sitting man already answered “Good morning”.
General provisions:
A – Whereas the saying “all is fair in love and war” is absolutely correct;
B – Whereas for war we have the Geneva Convention, approved on 22
August 1864, which provides for those wounded in the battlefield, but
until now no convention has been signed concerning those wounded in
love, who are far greater in number; It is hereby decreed that: Article 1 – All lovers, of any sex, are alerted that
love, besides being a blessing, is also something extremely dangerous,
unpredictable and capable of causing serious damage. Consequently,
anyone planning to love should be aware that they are exposing their
body and soul to various types of wounds, and that they shall not be
able to blame their partner at any moment, since the risk is the same
for both. Article 2 – Once struck by a stray arrow fired from
Cupid’s bow, they should immediately ask the archer to shoot the same
arrow in the opposite direction, so as not to be afflicted by the wound
known as “unrequited love”. Should Cupid refuse to perform such a
gesture, the Convention now being promulgated demands that the wounded
partner remove the arrow from his/her heart and throw it in the garbage.
In order to guarantee this, those concerned should avoid telephone
calls, messages over the Internet, sending flowers that are always
returned, or each and every means of seduction, since these may yield
results in the short run but always end up wrong after a while. The
Convention decrees that the wounded person should immediately seek the
company of other people and try to control the obsessive thought: “this
person is worth fighting for”. Article 3 – If the wound is caused by third parties,
in other words if the loved one has become interested in someone not in
the script previously drafted, vengeance is expressly forbidden. In
this case, it is allowed to use tears until the eyes dry up, to punch
walls or pillows, to insult the ex-partner in conversations with
friends, to allege his/her complete lack of taste, but without offending
their honor. The Convention determines that the rule contained in
Article 2 be applied: seek the company of other persons, preferably in
places different from those frequented by the other party. Article 4 – In the case of light wounds, herein
classified as small treacheries, fulminating passions that are
short-lived, passing sexual disinterest, the medicine called Pardon
should be applied generously and quickly. Once this medicine has been
applied, one should never reconsider one’s decision, not even once, and
the theme must be completely forgotten and never used as an argument in a
fight or in a moment of hatred. Article 5 – In all definitive wounds, also known as
“breaking up”, the only medicine capable of having an effect is called
Time. It is no use seeking consolation from fortune-tellers (who always
say that the lost lover will return), romantic books (which always have a
happy ending), soap-operas on the television or other such things. One
should suffer intensely, completely avoiding drugs, tranquilizers and
praying to saints. Alcohol is only tolerated if kept to a maximum of two
glasses of wine a day. Final determination:
Those wounded in love, unlike those wounded in armed conflict, are
neither victims nor torturers. They chose something that is part of
life, and so they have to accept both the agony and the ecstasy of their
choice.
And those who have never been wounded in love will never be able to say: “I have lived”. Because they haven’t.
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Some additional Articles by me or by love, sometimes I get confused who's doing the talk (please feel free to add more :))
Article 40 of the Love convention - Give everyone the same chance like you did with your first love. Don’t let your wounds put obstacles for a new love.
Article 41 - Although the source of love is always the same, its expression can vary.
Article 42 - Don’t try to measure love on a scale. Love doesn’t follow earthly gravity, but has the weight of the heavens.
Article 42 -
Love is like trying to catch a bird. If you have the mere thought of
capturing it, the bird will fly away from you. But if you sit still and
appreciate the bird’s beauty, it will come closer and may
dwell on your shoulder. If you have build enough trust, it might decide
to nurture its soul from your hand.
Article 43 - Love between two people is like giving birth to a baby. It will grow
over time the more you take care of it. Sometimes it leaves you
desperate, sleepless and drives you to the bottom of insanity, but all
this and more is always worth the work and pain as its reward is the
sweet taste of heaven.
Über dem Himmel eine glühende Sonne, unsere Gesichter erwärmend,
ich weiss, dass sie auch im Regen an meiner Seite stehen würde.
Auf der fruchtbaren Erde Blumen duftend in aller Pracht,
doch in trockenen Zeiten trauert sie mit mir bis das Farbenmeer wiedererblüht.
Zwischen den Strassen die Hektik der Massen,
in mir ist eine beruhigende Stille, Gedanken an sie.
In vollen Säälen laute Studenten mit Desinteresse am Leben,
zwischen 2 Stühlen ihre geheimnisvolle Magie.
Filme der Intelektuellen Elite, in Wirklichkeit aber Verwirrung der Schauspieler,
Unkenntnis der Zuhörer über die gesprochene Sprache,
daneben ist ihre Sprache die meines Herzens und keine Vorstellung ist klarer.
Ihr Körper und sein Atem klagend im stetigen Kampf,
eigentlich bin ich derjenige, der beraubt seines Atems in der Leere steht.
Ich laufe auf nackten Füssen,
hoffe dass ihre Seele das Fusspaar neben den meinen ist,
unsere Spuren so verbleibend im ewigen Sand.
Time is
only a clock filled with sand which can be turned around as often as desired.
If the last grain of sand has fallen and careful contemplation has been done, the hourglass has to be turned around again. We
get a chance to begin anew or continue on the same path. Well, we don’t even have to wait until the sand has ceased to move. We can turn around the hourglass whenever we want. That means we can begin a new direction of life in an instant. But
we should know that no grain of sand will fall exactly the same like it did
before. The past has passed. “Olan oldu” we say in Turkish. What happened
happened. Yet, two things are No-No’s: First, to leave the lapsed hourglass as
it is like a dead person. If we don’t turn it at all, we really will be dead. Second,
it is fatal also not to turn the hourglass right away if we start to take notice that the
grains have clogged the neck of the hourglass, marking the threshold to our own
life. Our time on earth stands still and we become our own prisoners of time.
Time is destined to flow endlessly even if in reality human beings try to define it with definite periods and all kinds of absolute numbers. In its
infinity without beginning and without end, time stays immortal and beautiful.
So why
should we try to stop time? May the terrible past rest in peace as it is smaller than a dust particle and will vanish completely together with infinity. Instead, filling
life with new beautiful moments give back much more. It is either a vicious
circle or a virtuous circle depending on whether the past becomes our present or
not. While all knowledge and beauty is contained in just one moment, it is also
true that the same beauty withers away if we dwell in that same moment for much
longer than needed. Life is not rigid. Life means motion. All creation is in
the object itself, as all life is contained in the seed, but life's beauty dies if sooner or later it doesn’t transform into the next stage. Destination Transformation. The tree is not beautiful if it is never allowed to
show its blossom in full glory. The same is true for the human being. If you
allow the fertilized semen to grow as a child and later to an adult, it is
nothing more than something “undead”. An intermediate level between death and
life, something like a zombie who experiences the torment of its material presence
without being really alive.
Mankind
attains real beauty and greatness only if natural gifts are accepted and lived truly.
The author has to transform letters into writing, the musician tones into
melody and the weaver threads into cloth. An honest police officer has to transform a real
crime into safety, an honest businessman an inefficient economic system into a flowing
river of wealth and an honest politician the diverging clash of interests of the people
into democratic peaceful pluralism. Be it in a small city, in a state or in the whole
world. Everyone finds his important duty within these assignments. The holy
task is to give the formless incoherence of things a solid shape of unity. This is a
difficult task and requires a lot of hard work. And time. Therefore, let’s
declare it as our helpful ally. We have to use time like a warrior preparing
for the big battle by understanding and refining our skills with patience. With patience comes wisdom. Finally, the right point of time comes when the blade of the warrior’s sword will
come down and free him forever from the chains of time that are haunting all of us throughout our lives.
Let’s stand
still for a moment and be aware… Where are we now? Prep time, time to turn the hourglass
around if we got stuck or is the time ripe
to go into the big battle and break free from the bonds?
A look into her deep blazing eyes Freeze the senseless talk of my erupting lips. Yet, the flowing and glowing lava Inside my heart is not at all silent.
It craves for her soul and nothing But the fire of her desire can still The crescendo of the yearning That is lying in the caldera of my volcano.
I have to burn within and vanish; Nothing else releases me From the heights of agony Into the valley of tranquility.
The power of her glory turn My golden ashes into a Phoenix Love is rising up and ascending In skies of orange and scarlet neverending.
And there we dwell until the sun melts our wings For we can unite again and again and again...
(This post is in German as I have just written down an excerpt from Chapter 17 from Antoine de Saint-Exupery's "The wisdom of the sands". If you have a possibilty to rent or buy the book in order to dig into life's great secrets, please have my heartgiving recommendation...)
Eine wunderschöne und sehr tiefgründige Passage aus dem Buch von Antoine de Saint-Éxuperys Buch "Die Stadt in der Wüste" (Auszug von Kapitel 17):
[…] Und wenn du ein Ziel verfolgst und vorgibst du erstrebtest ein anderes, und dieses ist vom Ersteren verschieden, so wird dich nur einer für geschickt halten, der sich durch Worte betören lässt. Denn du begründest am Ende nur das, worauf du zugehst, und nicht mehr. Du erschaffst nur das, womit du dich gerade befassest. Selbst dann, wenn es geschieht, um dagegen anzukämpfen. Ich begründe meinen Feind, wenn ich gegen ihn Krieg führe. Ich schmiede und härte ihn. Und wenn ich vergebens vorgebe, ich verstärke meinen Zwang im Namen der künftigen Freiheit, so begründe ich Zwang. Denn das Leben verträgt keine Winkelzüge. Man täuscht nicht den Baum, man lässt ihn wachsen, wie man ihn biegt. Der Rest ist nur Winde der Worte. Und wenn ich vorgebte, ich opfere meine Generation für das Glück der kommenden Generationen, so opfere ich die Menschen. Nicht diese hier oder andere, sondern alle. Ich schließe sie schlechthin alle ins Unglück ein. Der Rest ist nur Wind der Worte. Und wenn ich Krieg führe, um Frieden zu erlangen, so schaffe ich Krieg. Der Friede ist nicht ein Zustand, der sich mit Hilfe des Krieges erreichen ließe. Wenn ich an den durch Waffen erstrittenen Frieden glaube und die Waffen niederlege, so wird das mein Tod sein. Denn ich kann den Frieden nur herstellen, wenn ich Frieden stifte. Das bedeutet, dass in meinem Reiche ein jeder, den Ausdruck seiner besonderen Wünsche findet, dass ich sie alle darin empfange und aufnehme. Denn das Bild, das ein jeder nach seiner Art lieben mag, kann das gleiche sein. Nur eine unzureichende Sprache lässt die Menschen sich entzweien; ihre Wünsche sind voneinander nicht verschieden. Noch nie bin ich einem begegnet, der Unordnung oder Niedertracht oder Zerstörung gewünscht hätte. Vom einen Ende der Welt bis zu zum anderen gleicht sich das Bild das ihnen vorschwebt und das sie erschaffen möchten; nur die Wege sind verschieden, auf denen sie es zu erreichen suchen. Der eine glaubt, die Freiheit werde den Menschen sich entfalten lassen, der andere, Zwang werde ihn groß machen, und beide wünschen sie seine Größe. Der eine glaubt, die Liebe werde die Menschen zusammenführen, der andere verachtet die Güte, die nur Achtung vor dem Geschwür ist, und zwingt sie, einen Turm zu bauen, damit sich einer im anderen begründe. Und beide arbeiten sie für die Liebe. Der eine glaubt, der Wohlstand bewältige alle Probleme, denn der Mensch, der all seiner Bürden ledig sei, werde die Zeit finden, sein Herz, seine Seele und seinen Verstand zu pflegen. Der andere aber glaubt, der Wert ihres Herzens, ihrer Seele und ihres Verstandes beruhe nicht auf den Speisen, die man den Menschen reicht, und nicht auf den Erleichterungen, die man ihnen vergönnt, sondern auf den Opfern, die man von ihnen verlangt. Er glaubt, dass allein jene Tempel schön seien, die auf Gottes Geheiß entstehen und ihm zur Tilgung einer Schuld übergeben werden. Alle beide wünschen sie jedoch die Seele, den Verstand und das Herz zu verschönen. Und beide sind sie im Recht, denn wer gedeiht in der Versklavung, unter dem Druck einer grausamen und vertierenden Arbeit? Wer aber gedeiht in Zügellosigkeit, in Achtung vor Fäulnis und sinnloser Arbeit, die nur noch einen Zeitvertreib für Müßige darstellt?
Sieh, da greifen sie wegen unzureichender Worte im Namen der gleichen Liebe zu den Waffen. Und so ist Krieg, der Seuche und Kampf und unzusammenhängende Bewegung bedeutet und sich gebieterisch in einer Richtung bewegt, wie der Baum meines Dichters, der blind geboren gegen die Mauern seines Kerkers stieß, bis er ein Mauerloch ausbrach, um, endlich aufrecht und herrlich, der Sonne entgegenzuwachsen…
Oh holy seeker don't you see
Is your journey on earth and your cup to fill
Worth without the love of a lover
Alas, no love is love if there is only you and you
For otherwise the dream will not be loved
And the dreamer never knows more
Than of its mere scent and cover.
Oh holy seeker don't you see
That God gives us partners to sail the dream with
One can’t sail all alone on the unknown waves for
When the ocean gets mad and the storm becomes blind
Oh let there better be someone your soul has assigned
Holding the heavy wheel with you against all that is unkind
As together we are stronger in body and mind
Along the way we all need a helper,
That’s the reason the heart always seeks shelter.
Oh holy seeker don't you see
Do you still need counterfeit proof,
Keeping the soulmate in the distance unmet
When the time has come and the sun has set,
Will you close your eyes with another fool's grief
Or will you know about the love of Adam and Eve.
We all need
identities. At least, so we think. But what is an identity? To answer that
question, we can start by looking into
ourselves. But I want to go the other way around. I want us to think about how
we perceive others. At the end, the way we look at others is no more than looking into our own mirror.
Every day
is holy judgment day. Our judgement day because we behave like a jury. One
minute we grade others like in a model show or another minute we rule as an
honorless judge at high court. We go out on the streets and do our fine work. It
doesn’t matter if it is about looks, skin color, cloth, money, religion, voice,
music taste, sexual pereference or how someone likes his eggs cooked.
The mind
automatically judges. This is good. This is bad. I like that, I don’t like
that. This is right, this is wrong. Coming back to the identity question, most
of the time we look at everything that is foreign to us with skeptical eyes.
While we are babies, we look at all things with a fascinating interest, until our
parents infuse us with what they believe is right and right there arbitrary
identity is being born. Later with adolescence we become rebellious against
basically everything. It’s a time of further identity shaping. We try new
adventures, but smash them right into the ground some minutes later. At the
beginning, the exotic seems alluring, but moments later when its unknown magic
has vanished, we take out the whip and punish it with our own most exotic language.
This is the phase where we grow our territory of horizon but paradoxically all
at once stop at a point and put in concrete our identity fortress of stone. Soon,
a dark period of endless medieval mouth war begins against everyone with a
different view point other than that of our own. It’s a long weary war
consisting of brute slaying or drowning defense claiming many victims but no
real win winners.
Welcome
nationalism, welcome religious fanaticism, welcome hate, welcome search without
final destination for the perfect soulmate ending up in dating one shitty relationship
after another.
Isn’t it
true that we just love our own “culture”, our own way of thinking? If everybody
just listened to MY wise voice of eternal reason, if I ruled the world, everything
would be better because I know what’s best and right. For every entire human
being that wants to live in my fortress.
This is
identity-building set in stone. We defined who we think we are. So far so good.
Until the cracks begin to become visible and our best formula doesn’t seem to
work for every situation. What we are missing in our equation is that if almost
everybody thinks like that, then all what can be left is ignorance and broken
glasses. Even if we somehow know that we are not perfect, we still think that
we are 99% more right than the rest of the world. Just some of the
multi-millionaires, famous actors, singers and models must know better otherwise
they wouldn’t be that successful our mind tells us for consolation because we
are yet not there where we want to be. And even then we try to find other excuses
to explain their wealth. “They are idiots, but they got it from their rich
parents. They have vitamin C. Lucky bastards, right place and time. Why not me?
There needs to be an explanation why my life is miserable even though I know everything
better. I know how the world should ideally function.”
We have to
face reality: There are so many different religions in the world and all claim
that they are the right ones. So many nations in the world that think they are
the best ones. So many cities within countries that truly believe they are the greatest
ones to live in. Don’t get me even started on soccer club fanatics… So many
families within those cities that think they have the best values.
Let's stop this identity contradiction within us. We have to accept that we should be
flowing rivers rather than obeliskmonuments who
have to show off their manhood. However, most people are not stuck in this
latter solid state of total ignorance but resemble more viscous mud which affectsour clear sight. If we can move from this viscousform to a fluid state, we will flow into the wide
endless sea. We will become part of it. When we were younger, we needed someone
to teach us how to swim in a little swimming pool. We needed to learn a certain
technique by heart and train hard so we wouldn’t drown. We needed an identity. But
with time, we have to let go of them and accept that there are many other
individual techniques which can keep us over the water. Identity is not a race
of the fastest; it’s about playing millions of different games in the water.
It’s nice
to stare at the sea, but it’s nicer to get in, swim, surf and dive in it to feel
and understand its whole beauty. Don’t be a stranger. The sea belongs to all of
us or to no one. So take off your clothes of fake identities, get naked (maybe
wearing a hot tiny swim suit) and get into the water.
