Heaven must’ve programmed you.

flowers, istanbul, pentax k10d

taken by Pentax K10D, at Istanbul

Heaven (where True Love Goes)

The moment you walked inside my door
I knew that I need not look no more,
I’ve seen many other souls before – ah but,
Heaven must’ve programmed you

The moment you fell inside my dreams
I realized all I had not seen,
I’ve seen many other souls before – ah but,
Heaven must’ve programmed you.

Oh will you? Will you? Will you?
I go where True Love goes,
I go where True Love goes
I go where True Love goes,
I go where True Love goes

And if you walk along and if you lose your way,
Don’t forget the one who gave you this today

Follow True Love, follow True Love,
Follow True Love, follow True Love

Oh will you? Will you? Will you?
I go where True Love goes,
I go where True Love goes
I go where True Love goes,
I go where True Love goes

And if a storm should come and if you face away,
That may be the chance for you to be safe
And if you make it through the trouble and the pain,
That may be the time for you to know his name

The moment you walked inside my door
I knew that I need not look no more,
I’ve seen many other souls before – ah but,
Heaven must’ve programmed you

The moment you fell inside my dreams
I realized all I had not seen,
I’ve seen many other souls before – ah but,
Heaven must’ve programmed you.

The moment you said “I will”
I knew that this love was real,
And that my faith was seen – oh
Heaven must’ve programmed you

The moment I looked into your eyes
I knew that they told no lies,
There would be no good byes – Ah
’cause Heaven must’ve programmed you

I go where True Love goes,
I go where True Love goes
I go where True Love goes,
I go where True Love goes

Cat Stevens

Because I cannot sleep

yellow-red tulips, istanbul tulip festival, istanbul, pentax k10d

taken by Pentax K10D, at Istanbul

Because I cannot sleep
I make music at night.
I am troubled by the one
whose face e has the color of spring flowers.
I have neither sleep nor patience,
neither a god reputation nor disgrace.
A thousand robes of wisdom are gone.
All my good manners have moved a thousand miles away.
The heart and the mind are left angry with each other.
The starts and the moon are envious of each other.
Because of this alienation the physical universe
is getting tighter and tighter.
The moon says, “How long will I remain
suspended without a sun?”
Without Love’s jewel inside of me,
let the bazaar of my existence by destroyed stone by stone.
O Love, You who have been called by a thousand names,
You who know how to pour the wine
into the chalice of the body,
You who give culture to a thousand cultures,
You who are faceless but have a thousand faces,
O Love, You who shape the faces
of Turks, Europeans, and Zanzibaris,
give me a glass from Your bottle,
or a handful of bheng from Your Branch.
Remove the cork once more.
The we’ll see a thousand chiefs prostrate themselves,
and a circle of ecstatic troubadours will play.
Then the addict will be breed of craving.
and will be resurrected,
and stand in awe till Judgement Day.

Mevlana