I listen to the songs of seasonless cicadas breaking the silence of the night. Time seems to have stopped. Everything is just a picture. Just a frozen photo frame. When the mind is frozen in the moment, there is no past, no present, no future.

Were these cicadas singing in this season? Will they live for a month and then disappear into eternity like their kind and predecessors? That is, did it wait under the ground for years just to live for a month and be born into this world?

And what about the night-colored mother's restlessness in the timid and deep darkness, looking around with her eyes glowing like fireflies, and the night-colored baby cat's indifference and peacefulness, clinging to its mother's breast, slurping?

What about the full moon that adorns the sky like a yellow diamond, shattering the seemingly endless and bottomless darkness of the night?

According to archaic lore, in ancient times the moon was so big that it almost touched the earth, but after the great floods it shrank and retreated into the sky, taking its current form.

In fact, according to a legend, Dolun, a brilliant young man living in a small mountain village in a land as far away as Mount Kaf, couldn't bear to pluck the flower in the middle of the lake he reached after walking for 40 days and 40 nights to prove his love for the girl he loved, Intera, and lost her forever. In his grief, he turns into a huge stone as big as the size of his heart and, unable to fit on earth, he rises to the heavens and becomes the moon. In the ecstasy of his love, he begins to rotate with the earth. From that day on, once every 28 days, he shows the whole face of his heart to Intera and everyone else, and his heart, turned into a moon, still shines brightly.

From the full moon I now slowly draw my eyes into the depths of darkness, afraid to break the spell. Waiting silently in the wisdom of the darkness, watching the arrival of my soul that has been left behind, it feels so good. The night is like a poem. Like a lyrical song. Unmoving, stripped of all the noise and anger of life, waiting for the first rays of the day. Ready to bathe in the golden light of the day in the morning.

I'm in such a state of mind, sometimes I'm as scared as everyone else to get out of the safe hole I've dug and prepared for myself. Let nothing change, let this moment stay like this.

While the river of life flows with enthusiasm every moment and every second without a break, we are trying to live in the stagnant water we have dug for ourselves. We keep waiting here to rot, to stink. I am in such a state again today.

I was startled by the screams of the mother magpie. I think one of the cats is playing again, but the mother magpie is furious and screaming like she's not joking. She has no intention of losing her baby. On the one hand, I didn't want to interfere with the workings of nature, but I couldn't stand the mother's screams. With the cat food I put on the plate, I sent the cat to the other corner of the garden and the mother magpie calmed down.

What was I saying? Oh yes! We were talking about our own pool of existence, a puddle of water at the edge of the river, cut off from it, separated from it. It has lost its vitality, even dead. No living thing can live in it for a long time. It is covered with dirt, almost crusted over. We don't want anything to change in our lives, we want everything to stay the same. The things we enjoy, the things we like, the things we want, we want them to stay and go on and on. This is the safe zone we have created for ourselves. Even if it has become stagnant, even if it has started to stink, it is the place where we feel safe and where we have always known. Where we are protected and barricaded from the flood, the torrent, the exuberance of life. The same people, the same life, work, spouse, children, soccer teams, relationships, beliefs. What is bad and ugly for us should be gone immediately, but what we call beautiful should remain unchanged. We have invented a philosophy together, we believe in this philosophy and we want to live like that.

But this is not life. The universe is based on evolution. There is no crystallization in the system of the universe. There is no stagnation. The flow is always forward, always beyond. Everything is born, grows, develops and dies. Seasons change, water changes phase, birds change places, some animals change shells, others change their feathers or skin. Our cells renew themselves, our skin is renewed once every 28 days. Your hair is renewed, our nails are renewed.

The river of life wants to explore other shores, to merge with other seas, to flow with other rivers, then to separate again, to overflow, to overflow, to drift, to drift, to go in and out of rock cavities. It's time to break down the walls of the little pools our minds have built, supposedly to protect us, and be free. Beyond time, beyond timelessness, timelessness, spacelessness, labellessness, positionlessness. It's time to strip off all labels and drink the infinite freedom of nakedness.

It is time to get rid of the stagnant waters, to sail to the oceans, to drink from the clean, untouched, miraculous waters of the river of life...

So... Let the night slip away then... Let's see what the morning holds...

Mukaddes Pekin Başdil

Researcher-Author

Source: Denizli Haber