As you appear to be

from Rumi: Güneş gibi ol şefkatte, merhamette Be like the sun in your compassion and mercy Gece gibi ol ayıpları örtmekte Be like the night and provide cover for the shame of others Akarsu gibi ol keremde, cömertlikte Be like a stream of kindness and generosity Ölü gibi ol öfkede, asabiyette Be like death toContinue reading “As you appear to be”

I will hide you

I will hide you, believe me In what I write, in what I draw In what I sing, in what I say. You will stay and no one will know And no one will see you, You will live in my eyes. You will see, you will hear The gleaming warmth of love, You willContinue reading “I will hide you”

Öylesine, yaşama’dan önce

I thought so intensely of you, Before this life, just so. As if there were nothing more. But I say you were there In my thoughts. Just so I found you, Just so, beyond my self. You alone without shadow, Unmoving, beside me. Your whites between black, The light in your dark centers. I wantedContinue reading “Öylesine, yaşama’dan önce”

Ormanın korkunçluğunu söyledim

I won’t talk anymore, I won’t say harsh words in the morning  for a dream I embroider a flower of pearl on my bosom. I never knew what you understood from my words,  I spoke the forest’s frightfulness, the plain’s tranquility, silenced you slept a long sleep, I saw the dream. Unceasingly I spoke of aContinue reading “Ormanın korkunçluğunu söyledim”

The Simulation Argument

If we are living in a simulation, then the cosmos that we are observing is just a tiny piece of the totality of physical existence. The physics in the universe where the computer is situated that is running the simulation may or may not resemble the physics of the world that we observe. While theContinue reading “The Simulation Argument”

The national hero

From the ornate picture frame on the wall, Atatürk — the father of the Turks — would glance down at them, his steel-blue eyes flecked with gold. There were portraits of the national hero everywhere; Atatürk in his military uniform in the kitchen, Atatürk in a redingote in the living room, Atatürk with a coatContinue reading “The national hero”

Porpoises

We were out on the fjord in the rowing boat, the sky was grey and heavy. Before us lay Lihesten, a long, almost vertical cliff which rises straight from the fjord to a height of several hundred meters, in some places visible as a darker, slate-colored wall deep in the fog. My hair was damp.Continue reading “Porpoises”