Moments of God’s calm, a little emptiness, a breeze
The world was shaking like the tide
You say the wrath of God, I say wine in the glass
The time had come and the season was a gift for those who could resist the wind.
Sit at the time limit and watch.
Prayer in one language, curse in the other
Turn to spirits who adjust their behavior
And the songs of orphan thoughts
Those who are in the midst of their own existence.
God was silent as if the seasons did not contain
He was indifferent to his thoughts on time, indivisibility, incommensurability, and the limit of power.
Who could stop hesitating on this shore?
What if the pain of today is not the pleasure of yesterday?
It’s a thin chip between the sand and the moss.
A responsibility that cannot be transformed into an opportunity, the apricot of the sea
I hope hearts will untangle this seal without breaking
With the kiss of the sun and the moon
Before the talkative mistakes of human beings turn into injuries.
The voice of life in me reaches my ear
He says we won’t be alone anymore
Do you listen to what I say, great master.
There is an unreal delay
If you’re just the truth inside
If you are also silent, who will swear by mistakes and say silence …
Life must be someone who can read the heart
Suck a sponge from the heart that pours our minds into the river
for the rain
There is a new spring that awaits every May.
No time for silence, for laziness, master.
You try to find yourself.
Don’t look at those who stop and walk
The towers are made of our bones.
Now, the time for sowing is not the time for harvest.