I am alive. I will continue at my new adress.
Everywhere is Taksim, protesters resist at every street. these are from Kadıköy, anatolian side of Istanbul
I am a sky where spirits live.
Stare into this deepening blue,
while the breeze says a secret.
Time for tulips
I know that tulip festival in Istanbul has come to its end this year. The petals have fallen, beauty has faded. The grace of tulips lasts only for a short while. Now the tulip time has begun here in Estonia, the country where I live. I hope, sincerely, that some day I can take part of this beauty parade in Emirgan park, Gülhane park,Yildiz park, Sultanahmet square… whereever in Istanbul.
I admire this modest, simple, yet sophisticated charm of tulips. I look at them every morning in my garden. Every night brings them closer to perfection.
Tulip by William J Smith
A slender goblet wrethed in flame,
From Istanbul the flower came
And brought its beauty, and its name.
Now as I lift it up, that fire
Sweeps on from dome to golden spire
Until the East is all aflame:
By curving petals held entire
In cup of ceremonial fire,
Magnificence within a frame.
Don’t look for Love,
Look for the one looking for Love.
You cannot learn about Love,
love appears on the wings of grace.
Be patient where you sit in the dark.
The dawn is coming.