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O! Reason which abolished itself How ever cannot you see What to be feared of essentially? Everything is taking place under your very eyes How cannot you see reality! Such whatever, is from you, is not you How much you say they are not icon Whatever you worship are iconical jokes Or else cannot you stand solitude At be a spanner in the wheel of God At existence Do not you have courage? You are standing still behind reasons Do not you come to pass in no way? Centuries didn’t listen to Buddha After centuries Even if Zarathustra had heard him And united him with manifestation Now, again he is shouting truth out 21 st century! Listen and have a grasp of your ears What is saying, commanding in his forest He is saying ‘revolt’ Revolt against all authority Your all authorities they are idolized Is the love that possessive In fact you have to know how you hate Is the hate that incarcerated you You have to quell your wal

THE ARTİST     /   RESSAM [1] An artist had done a painting thrice All of a sudden, what he (she) discerns At the three of them, there are different artists When thousands of looking at any of them Thousands of people, thousands of Then, the artist seek sefuged in roads To again find oneself… [1] Aynı resmi üç kere yapmış ressam Bir de ne fark etsin Üçünde de ayrı ayrı ressamlar var Herhangi birine binlerce bakışta Binlerce insan, binlerce Sonra, kendini yollara vurdu ressam Kendini bulmak için tekrar…