risa story

We go and walk into our secrets.. I dive into your life and embrace your sadness, your questions, your cleverness and strength, your braveness and fears.. You venture into my life and taste my honesty, my eagerness to enjoy every journeys taken, my deep thinking.. Spirituality and the taste of life.. Yours and mine, the past and the future. And the now, as we laugh heavenly as you hold me in your arms. love is easy and kind..complicated and beautiful..wild and naive..witty and calm.. A language that can be understood only by lovers.

this imperfection could be my perfection.. while I was looking deeply into my weakness and flaws.. listened to my naiveness.. once again love took out a piece of me that had tried to hide from me..to be seen by me. it is beautiful and honest.. and wild..

mornings and smiles.. sky and our path.. how could life be so easy and amazingly beautiful..

simply beautiful to enjoy life as it is..

I might be in love or out of love.. listen to love.. or denying at all.. diligently follow my heart.. or hiding from.. walk with.. or run away.. it is me not you..

secret is.. when people keep talking about their wants and needs..doubts and fears.. when I keep saying no, dragging myself far.. my heart beats.. because their pains become mine.. these could bring me down.. Rumi keeps quiet.. sunset and sunrise..day and night. time has no means as their secrets and mine are laughing at me.. I am sitting with Rumi..centuries apart feeling the pain, could not be understood by me.. whispering to me.. accepting these..nothing you can do..

this time around..

the contrast of life.. day and night.. and we revolve around.. unspoken feelings.. unspoken histories.. accepting the contrast of life..

“Paradoxically, the ability to be alone is the condition for the ability to love.”  ―  Erich Fromm ,  The Art of Loving when I am alone and listening to the clouds, while they could share freely the pieces of secrets found along their journey.. I become an humble observer with no intention to tell them what I feel.. and my secrets..

if I had a second chance to start it all over again.. to rewrite the details and scenes..the people and places.. to re program the time of all serendipities happened and my "yess" to follow them.. after all.. no second chance.. but  I am okay with my coffee and books

go deep and dive into my doubts.. said to myself: be brave to feel.. but please be humble.. not asking my assumption and judgement to walk with me swallow my fear..and taste my fear the sweetness of my freedom..

for thousand stories and hundreds of my point of views. the reasons and explanations..thoughts and ideas who am I keep thinking the life for thousand stories to be created who am I finding reasons for not feeling me sky and me..arent we the same? I forget that we have promised to be light enough to be with

I was eaten by my worries and fears I was sitting next to Rumi..watching the sun and the moon and the sky above and beneath us. I couldnt handle this.. The contrast and the weakness in worries He looked at me and asked me to see my heart..it was glowing and vibrating Vibrate with your heart..listen to your breath..be witness. And unfold the myth

I am breathing in a new me.. Breaking the myth and limitation.. Hug tightly my fears and let them go.. Sky and me, sun and moon.. I am breathing in a new me.. Hello..

I have been creating a space , a sky without name between us. You dont know me there.. There are secrets..unspoken stories, unknown feelings. You asked me why I said because love is about questioning Not knowing and at the same time trust

simply beautiful with you, not really care whether nothing we can do for this endlessly.. unstoppable circle of my life and yours.. “Suppose time is a circle, bending back on itself. The world repeats itself, precisely, endlessly.”  ―  Alan Lightman ,  Einstein's Dreams

for million of things I have kept from you.. I do love you.

For thousand questions with answers.. Love arrogantly gives me the clouds and the stars and the skies of words I don't understand.. I am listening and waiting.. “Don't be satisfied with stories, how things have gone with others. Unfold your own myth.”  ―  Rumi ,  The Essential Rumi

Irrational is.. when the life that I want to have and the story of my real life..collide. I am in awe, seeing my weakness; taste my emotions. I am nothing and.. love is sitting beside me.. saying nothing..