pink tulips, I ain’t lookin’ to compete with you

 

pink tulips, istanbul tulip festival 2009, istanbul lale festivali 2009, pentax k10d

All I Really Want To Do

I ain’t lookin’ to compete with you,
Beat or cheat or mistreat you,
Simplify you, classify you,
Deny, defy or crucify you.
All I really want to do
Is, baby, be friends with you.

No, and I ain’t lookin’ to fight with you,
Frighten you or uptighten you,
Drag you down or drain you down,
Chain you down or bring you down.
All I really want to do
Is, baby, be friends with you.

I ain’t lookin’ to block you up
Shock or knock or lock you up,
Analyze you, categorize you,
Finalize you or advertise you.
All I really want to do
Is, baby, be friends with you.

I don’t want to straight-face you,
Race or chase you, track or trace you,
Or disgrace you or displace you,
Or define you or confine you.
All I really want to do
Is, baby, be friends with you.

I don’t want to meet your kin,
Make you spin or do you in,
Or select you or dissect you,
Or inspect you or reject you.
All I really want to do
Is, baby, be friends with you.

I don’t want to fake you out,
Take or shake or forsake you out,
I ain’t lookin’ for you to feel like me,
See like me or be like me.
All I really want to do
Is, baby, be friends with you.

Bob Dylan

tulips : speak the same language

Pentax K10D, at Istanbul

 

Those that agree

are those

that share the same emotions

not those

who speak the same language .

 

Mevlana

 

yellow tulips (sarı laleler)

 

yellow tulips, Istanbul tulip festival 2009, Istanbul lale festivali'nden sarı laleler, Pentax K10d

yellow-red tulips, Istanbul tulip festival 2009

 

yellow-red tulips, Istanbul tulip festival 2009, Istanbul lale festivali'nden sarı-kırmızı laleler, Pentax K10d

You and I unselfed, will be together

red tulips, istanbul tulip festival 2009, istanbul lale festivali, kırmızı laleler, istanbul emirgan, pentax k10d

A moment of happiness

 
A moment of happiness
you and I sitting on the verandah,
apparently two, but one in soul, you and I.

We feel the flowing water of life here,
you and I, with the garden’s beauty
and the birds singing.

The stars will be watching us,
and we will show them
what it is to be a thin crescent moon.

You and I unselfed, will be together,
indifferent to idle speculation, you and I.

The parrots of heaven will be cracking sugar
as we laugh together, you and I.

In one form upon this earth,
and in another form in a timeless sweet land.

From : Kulliyat-e Shams, 2114

Mevlana

There is a certain Love that is formed out of the elixir of the East.

istanbul tulip festival 2009, istanbul lale festivali 2009, istanbul, pentax k10d

There is a certain Love

There is a certain Love
that is formed out of the
elixir of the East.
There is a certain cloud,
impregnated with a
thousand lightnings.
There is my body,
in it an ocean formed of his glory,
all the creation,
all the universes,
all the galaxies,
are lost in it.

Mevlana

Istanbul Tulip Festival 2009

lilac tulips, istanbul tulip festival 2009, istanbul, pentax k10d

I am in love with yellow tulips

yellow-red tulips, istanbul tulip festival 2009, istanbul lale festival 2009, sarı ve kırmızı laleler, istanbul emirgan, pentax k10d

I am in Love

I am in Love!
I am in Love with him.
All this advise–
what’s the use?
I have drunk poison.
All this sugar
what’s the use?
You say hurry,
tie up his feet.
But its my heart that’s gone crazy,
all this rope
around my feet–
what’s the use?

Mevlana

Imagine, a suspended ocean, riding on a cushion of ancient secrets.

yellow tulips, Istanbul Tulip Festival, Istanbul Lale Festivali 2009, İstanbul, Pentax K10d

Love rests on no foundation

Love rests on no foundation.
It is an endless ocean,
with no beginning or end.
Imagine,
a suspended ocean,
riding on a cushion of ancient secrets.
All souls have drowned in it,
and now dwell there.
One drop of that ocean is hope,
and the rest is fear.

Mevlana

All I really want to do … Is, baby, be friends with you.

yellow-red tulips, istanbul tuli festival, istanbul, İstanbul lale festivali 2009, pentax k10d

All I Really Want To Do

I ain’t lookin’ to compete with you,
Beat or cheat or mistreat you,
Simplify you, classify you,
Deny, defy or crucify you.
All I really want to do
Is, baby, be friends with you.

No, and I ain’t lookin’ to fight with you,
Frighten you or uptighten you,
Drag you down or drain you down,
Chain you down or bring you down.
All I really want to do
Is, baby, be friends with you.

I ain’t lookin’ to block you up
Shock or knock or lock you up,
Analyze you, categorize you,
Finalize you or advertise you.
All I really want to do
Is, baby, be friends with you.

I don’t want to straight-face you,
Race or chase you, track or trace you,
Or disgrace you or displace you,
Or define you or confine you.
All I really want to do
Is, baby, be friends with you.

I don’t want to meet your kin,
Make you spin or do you in,
Or select you or dissect you,
Or inspect you or reject you.
All I really want to do
Is, baby, be friends with you.

I don’t want to fake you out,
Take or shake or forsake you out,
I ain’t lookin’ for you to feel like me,
See like me or be like me.
All I really want to do
Is, baby, be friends with you.

Bob Dylan

You make me nervous when you start to talk

 

tulips, istanbul tulip festival 2009, istanbul 2009 lale festivali'nden laleler, istanbul, pentax k10d

Had A Dream About You, Baby

I got to see you baby, I don’t care
It may be someplace, baby, you say where.

I had a dream about you, baby
Had a dream about you, baby
Late last night you come a-rollin’ across my mind

You got the crazy rhythm when you walk
You make me nervous when you start to talk

I had a dream about you, baby
Had a dream about you, baby
Late last night you come a-rollin’ across my mind

Standin’ on the highway, you flag me down
Said, take me daddy, to the nearest town

I had a dream about you, baby
Had a dream about you, baby
Late last night you come a-rollin’ across my mind

The joint is jumpin’
It’s really somethin’
The beat is pumpin’
My heart is thumpin’
Spent my money on you honey
My limbs are shakin’
My heart is breakin’

You kiss me, baby, in the coffee shop
You make me nervous, you gotta stop

I had a dream about you, baby
Had a dream about you, baby
Late last night you come a-rollin’ across my mind

You got a rag wrapped around your head
Wearing a long dress fire engine red

I had a dream about you, baby
Had a dream about you, baby
Late last night you come a-rollin’ across my mind
Bob Dylan

the lover is always getting lost …

Istanbul Tulip Festival, Pentax K10d

The Intellectual

The intellectual is always showing off;
the lover is always getting lost.

The intellectual runs away, afraid of drowning;
the whole business of love is to drown in the sea.

Intellectuals plan their repose;
lovers are ashamed to rest.

The lover is always alone,
even surrounded with people;

like water and oil, he remains apart.
The man who goes to the trouble of giving advice to a lover gets
nothing.

He’s mocked by passion.

Mevlana

red tulips, I am in Love

red tulips, Istanbul Tulip Festival, İstanbul, Pentax K10d

I am in Love

I am in Love!
I am in Love with him.
All this advise–
what’s the use?
I have drunk poison.
All this sugar
what’s the use?
You say hurry,
tie up his feet.
But its my heart that’s gone crazy,
all this rope
around my feet–
what’s the use?

Mevlana

open your wings

yellow tulips, Istanbul Tulip Festival, istanbul 2009, pentax k10d

Something opens our wings. Something makes boredom and hurt disappear. Someone fills the cup in front of us: We taste only sacredness.

Mevlana

They shut the road through the woods

black tulips and orange tulips, Istanbul Tulip Festival, Pentax 10d, İstanbul

The Way Through the Woods

They shut the road through the woods
Seventy years ago.
Weather and rain have undone it again,
And now you would never know
There was once a road through the woods
Before they planted the trees.
It is underneath the coppice and heath,
And the thin anemones.
Only the keeper sees
That, where the ring-dove broods,
And the badgers roll at ease,
There was once a road through the woods.

Yet, if you enter the woods
Of a summer evening late,
When the night-air cools on the trout-ringed pools
Where the otter whistles his mate.
(They fear not men in the woods,
Because they see so few)
You will hear the beat of a horse’s feet,
And the swish of a skirt in the dew,
Steadily cantering through
The misty solitudes,
As though they perfectly knew
The old lost road through the woods. . . .
But there is no road through the woods.

Rudyard Kipling

pink tulips, Istanbul Tulip Festival 2009

Istanbul Tulip Festival 2009, İstanbul, Pentax K10d

You start dying slowly if you do not travel,

Istanbul Tulip Festival, İstanbul, Pentax K10d

You start dying slowly

You start dying slowly
if you do not travel,
if you do not read,
If you do not listen to the sounds of life,
If you do not appreciate yourself.

You start dying slowly
When you kill your self-esteem;
When you do not let others help you.

You start dying slowly
If you become a slave of your habits,
Walking everyday on the same paths…
If you do not change your routine,
If you do not wear different colours
Or you do not speak to those you don’t know.

You start dying slowly
If you avoid to feel passion
And their turbulent emotions;
Those which make your eyes glisten
And your heart beat fast.

You start dying slowly
If you do not change your life
when you are not satisfied with your job,
or with your love,
I you do not risk what is safe for the uncertain,
If you do not go after a dream,
If you do not allow yourself,
At least once in your lifetime,
To run away from sensible advice…

Pablo Neruda

red tulips, Istanbul Tulip Festival 2009

red tulips, Istanbul Tulip Festival, İstanbul, Pentax K10d

When we two parted In silence and tears

Istanbul Tulip Festival, Black tulips and Yellow Tulips, İstanbul, Pentax K10d

When we two parted

When we two parted
In silence and tears,
Half broken-hearted
To sever for years,
Pale grew thy cheek and cold,
Colder thy kiss;
Truly that hour foretold
Sorrow to this.

The dew of the morning
Sunk chill on my brow–
It felt like the warning
Of what I feel now.
Thy vows are all broken,
And light is thy fame;
I hear thy name spoken,
And share in its shame.

They name thee before me,
A knell to mine ear;
A shrudder comes o’er me–
Why wert thou so dear?
They know not I knew thee,
Who knew thee so well–
Long, long I shall rue thee,
Too deeply to tell.

In secret we met–
In silence I grieve,
That thy heart could forget,
Thy spirit deceive
If I should meet thee
After long years,
How should I greet thee?–
With silence and tears.

Lord Byron

Istanbul Tulip Festival

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