I am in the Gulf of Gökova again... In the most beautiful place in the world, Akyaka... My favorite place. I watch the silhouette of butterflies floating through the reeds, dancing in the playful light of the sunset, and I hear the hurried voices of the waitresses, vaguely distracted, mingling with the symphonies of the screaming geese. On the other side, the Sezen Aksu song on the loudspeaker: My heart stayed in the Aegean...

On the one hand, the sweet breeze of autumn romanticizes the atmosphere, and on the other hand, I cling tightly to the shawl on my shoulder with "Deli Memed", a.k.a. "Deli Memed", who occasionally comes speeding in from the sea, crashes into the high mountains around and returns, gets distracted and loses track of where to crash.

My eyes wander in the sparkle of the Azmak, which rushes down from the high plateaus to meet the Aegean Sea, and get stuck on an eel playing with a baby duck.

The Çoruh must be flowing into the Black Sea with the same enthusiasm, the magpies in the garden must be snarling at the cats with the same anger. The dragonfly of the high mountains is looking for its sister with the same sadness... The Alps are challenging the skies with the same splendor, the Atlantic is roaring with the same majestic, gigantic waves at the same moment. Nature is in the same cycle, the cycle of existence, the cycle of the wheel of life is in the same rhythm. It flows endlessly, from infinity to infinity. Nothing changes... With or without me, the planet will always vibrate with the same resonance...

One should taste love before it is too late, one should get drunk with the dance of love. He should be lost in a cup of coffee drunk with a friend. In the sunrise that breaks the darkness, one should watch the city one lives in from the highest heights, from the places where eagles fly, with the eyes of eagles...

One must get lost in forests one has never been to, like Hansel and Gretel, where one passes the beads of the dress without leaving a mark, no matter where the path in the forest leads. There is also the happy ending of being thrown into the witch's well. Taking risks is for the brave, and the universe loves the brave. Moreover, there is winning and losing in this life, but you can't open any door by just standing and watching. If the door is not open, shouldn't you knock? If we haven't enjoyed the wonderland far away from the reality of Alice's wonderland; if we haven't gone through the keyhole and come out of the rabbit hole; if we haven't walked barefoot in the windswept countryside, climbed from twisted tree trunks to the top of branches, played tag with monkeys, screamed like Tarzan, and chased gorillas in cinnamon forests with swinging bunches; I don't think we have lived yet.

We are struggling and struggling in the dead-end streets of time and space. There is neither time nor space, they are all an imagination of this reality. What if Alice's Wonderland is real? What if this is a dream and a rabbit hole?

We are lost in the longest and most complex labyrinths of life, but without Ariadne's thread, how can we get out of here? Moreover, even as we enter the labyrinth, the moment we were born, they made us leave the flashlight aside, the keys to the doors on the other side, there is no light, no door, no way...

We cannot find our way. We keep coming back to the same place, going back and forth, going back and forth, going back and forth, going back and forth, but we can't make any headway.

We are frozen in an ordinary battle of personal life. We hope to melt in the rains of tropical forests, in the environment of the ice age deep within ourselves. The Creator has presented us with such beauty that any decent human being who can look at it can see very clearly that we have polluted this body and soul, that we have broken our human code, when we could have reached the level of ahsen-i takvim. For awareness, it is not necessarily necessary to die before death; we should move from a destructive structure to a constructive and embracing one, connect to each other with the love that has already been breathed into us in creation, and sip the cinnamon and a thousand and one spicy flavors of unity...

I think there are many doors and few keys... There are many windows and few people who look out... When we are not doors but keys to each other, we will be able to take the path to love and eternity...

Mukaddes Pekin Başdil

Researcher-Author

Source: Denizli Haber