the ROAD TO illumination
light
angry with my being
but when i go and leave
and dissapear
it embraces my absence silently
it neither approaches thoroughly
nor leaves and go away completely
i am following a light
i am after a light
sometimes
it flows into me
like an ablutions towel of my mother
like a wet funeral courtyard of a mosgue
and like the water in ablution fountains
you cannot shape it
you cannot make a form of it
you cannot grap it with your hands
you cannot look at it with your bare eyes
sometimes it makes you blind
you cannot taste it with your tongues
when it is near
it suddenly becomes very far and far
when you think it is your comrade to you
it suddenly turns out to be a bit foe
it is the gaze of a beloved
it is the lighting candle of a muezzin in the mosgue
evry beat of pülseis illuminated with light
every being goes towards it
even the eternity too
my bosom also goes towards that light
the sick lie in bed with hope with it
the sun sets down in the horizon with it
every planet in the universe revolves and spins in light
my worries and troubles begin and relieve with it
i am after a light
i am searching
i am in a light
i am following a light
poem by Metin Sahin
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