Simge
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"The creator wanted to look away from himself and so he created the world" says Zarathustra and I add, "only to find himself in the world he created."
Here's the reason why you cannot learn anything or master anything. In putting conscious effort and through practice, you learn and master things. When you master things, they become unlearned - they become a natural instinct to you like muscle memory. This is called "emptiness."
What is learned becomes unlearned. It does not mean being an uneducated, shallow person. It means broadening your mind and skills with such effort that all that is learned and absorbed is consumed and fused into your mind and frame of mind. What is learned is no longer textbook information or a technique, you no longer need a book or tutor, as it becomes a part of you like the food you consume. You no longer think consciously about what you have learned and how you learned it.
The movements you practiced in a sport becomes your body's natural movements through muscle memory; the books you have read are no longer written information copied into your mind, but they become a part of your own worldview - words you utter and live by, the words that shape your personality. According to Musashi, this is "emptiness." And emptiness is the way to master anything and become a better person.
Simge
@Simgeetncr
·01 Şubat 12:11
It is in "The Emptiness Chapter" that I write down the Way of the martial arts of the Two-Sword style.
The heart of emptiness is in the absence of anything of form and the inability to have knowledge thereof. This I see as emptiness.
Emptiness, of coures, is nothingness. Knowing the existent, you know the nonexistent. This, exactly,
Book 5 - EmptinessKitabı okudu
Resim - Ümit Yaşar Oğuzcan
Nedense bütün resimlerde ben
Böyle mahzun ve perişan çıkarım
Hep böyle hayata kapalı durur
Gülmesini unutmuş dudaklarım
Artık canından bezmiş kimselerin
Hazin bakışı parlar gözlerimde
İçinden adamlar arabalar geçer
Çizgiler alnımda bir büyük cadde
Aynada saçlarımı düzeltirim
Bir perde iner yüzüme alçıdan
O, bin mumluk ampullerin altında
Korkarım korkarım fotoğrafçıdan
Bakışlarım gümüş camlara sorar
Elbisemin eskiliği belli mi
Sonra karşıda küçük bir noktaya
Dikerim kahverengi gözlerimi
Kabahat objektifte camda değil
Onlara yalı gözlerle bakarım
Nedense bütün resimlerimde ben
Böyle mahzun ve perişan çıkarım
Okur Takip Önerileri
Butterflies - Haniel Long
There will be butterflies,
There will be summer skies
And flowers upthrust,
When all that Caesar bids,
And all the pyramids
Are dust.
There will be gaudy wings
Over the bones of things,
And never grief:
Who says that summer skies,
Who says that butterflies,
Are brief?
A kiss on the forehead - Marina Tsvetaeva
A kiss on the eyes—lifts sleeplessness.
I kiss your eyes.
A kiss on the lips—is a drink of water.
I kiss your lips.
A kiss on the forehead—erases memory.
The Arrival of the Bee Box - Sylvia Plath
I ordered this, clean wood box
Square as a chair and almost too heavy to lift.
I would say it was the coffin of a midget
Or a square baby
Were there not such a din in it.
The box is locked, it is dangerous.
I have to live with it overnight
And I can’t keep away from it.
There are no windows, so I can’t see what is in there.
There is only a little
Sone 26 - William Shakespeare
Savaşır gözlerimle gönlüm öldüresiye
Senin güzelliğinin ganimeti yüzünden:
Gözüm kovar gönlümü seni görmesin diye,
Gönlüm ister gözüme pay vermemek yüzünden.
Gönlüm bildirir senin orada yattığını
Öyle bir hücrede ki giremez billur gözler;
Gözüm inkâra kalkar gönlün anlattığını,
Güzel yüzünün ona sığındığını söyler.
Gönlü dinleyip karar vermek için toplanır
Düşünceler kurulu: soruşturur, hakçası
Kurulun yargısıyla bir karara bağlanır
Seven gözün payıyla duyan gönlün parçası:
Senin dış güzelliğin olur gözümün payı,
Gönlüm kazanır aşkın gönlündeki dünyayı.
"Doğa bizi asla kandırmaz; bizi kandıran hep kendimiz olmuşuzdur."
Jean-Jacques Rousseau, 
Emile ya da Eğitim Üzerine adlı eserinden.
Nothing Will Die - Alfred Lord Tennyson
When will the stream be aweary of flowing
Under my eye?
When will the wind be aweary of blowing
Over the sky?
When will the clouds be aweary of fleeting?
When will the heart be aweary of beating?
And nature die?
Never, oh! never, nothing will die;
All Things Will Die - Alfred Lord Tennyson
Clearly the blue river chimes in its flowing
Under my eye;
Warmly and broadly the south winds are blowing
Over the sky.
One after another the white clouds are fleeting;
Every heart this May morning in joyance is beating
Go all the way — Charles Bukowski
If you’re going to try, go all the way.
Otherwise, don’t even start.
This could mean losing girlfriends, wives, relatives and maybe even your mind.
It could mean not eating for three or four days.
It could mean freezing on a park bench.
It could mean jail.
It could mean derision.
It could mean mockery — isolation.
Isolation is the gift.
All the others are a test of your endurance, of how much you really want to do it.
And, you’ll do it, despite rejection and the worst odds.
And it will be better than anything else you can imagine.
If you’re going to try, go all the way.
There is no other feeling like that.
You will be alone with the gods, and the nights will flame with fire.
You will ride life straight to perfect laughter.
It’s the only good fight there is.
SESSİZ GEMİ - YAHYA KEMAL BEYATLI
Artık demir almak günü gelmişse zamandan
Meçhule giden bir gemi kalkar bu limandan.
Hiç yolcusu yokmuş gibi sessizce alır yol;
Sallanmaz o kalkışta ne mendil, ne de bir kol.
Rıhtımda kalanlar bu seyahatten elemli,
Günlerce siyah ufka bakar gözleri nemli,
Biçare gönüller! Ne giden son gemidir bu!
Hicranlı hayatın ne de son matemidir bu.
Dünyada sevilmiş ve seven nafile bekler;
Bilmez ki giden sevgililer dönmeyecekler.
Bir çok gidenin her biri memnun ki yerinden,
Bir çok seneler geçti; dönen yok seferinden.
Ozymandias - Percy B. Shelley
I met a traveller from an antique land,
Who said—“Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. . . . Near them, on the sand,
Half sunk a shattered visage lies, whose frown,
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed;
And on the pedestal, these words appear:
My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings;
Look on my Works, ye Mighty, and despair!
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal Wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away.”
Korkuyor - William Shakespeare
İnsanların çoğu kaybetmekten korktuğu için, sevmekten korkuyor.
Sevilmekten korkuyor, kendisini sevilmeye layık görmediği için.
Düşünmekten korkuyor, sorumluluk getireceği için.
Konuşmaktan korkuyor, eleştirilmekten korktuğu için.
Duygularını ifade etmekten korkuyor, reddedilmekten korktuğu için.
Yaşlanmaktan korkuyor, gençliğinin kıymetini bilmediği için.
Unutulmaktan korkuyor, dünyaya iyi birşey vermedigi için.
Ve ölmekten korkuyor aslında yaşamayı bilmediği için.
Distress Coils
by Anne-Marie Derése, translated by Judith Skillman
The waiting volcano inside us
gnaws, digs, trembles,
weighs its chances.
Distress coils up,
shrinks silent like a sick beast.
We are unrecognizable,
unique
in the certainty of our ferocity.
Do not go gentle into that good night - Dylan Thomas
Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Monument - Röyksopp & Robyn
Make a cast
of my body
Pull back out,
so that I can see
Let go of
How you knew me
Let go of
What I used to be
This will be my monument
This will be a beacon when I'm gone
I will let this monument
Represent a moment of my life
Do not stand at my grave and weep - Mary Elizabeth Fry
Do not stand
By my grave, and weep.
I am not there,
I do not sleep—
I am the thousand winds that blow
I am the diamond glints in snow
I am the sunlight on ripened grain,
I am the gentle, autumn rain.
As you awake with morning’s hush,
I am the swift, uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circling flight,
I am the day transcending night.
Do not stand
By my grave, and cry—
I am not there,
I did not die.
İnsan, onu hatırlayan son kişi ölünceye kadar yaşarmış.
İzdiham Dergisi
@izdiham
·04 Ocak 2023 00:00
Sevdiklerimiz kalbimizde yaşıyordu, insan
sevdiğini kalbinde öldürmediği sürece o ölmezdi.
Sayfa 239Kitabı okudu
There Will Come Soft Rains - Sara Teasdale
There will come soft rains and the smell of the ground,
And swallows circling with their shimmering sound;
And frogs in the pools singing at night,
And wild plum trees in tremulous white,
Robins will wear their feathery fire
Whistling their whims on a low fence-wire;
And not one will know of the war, not one
Will care at last when it is done.
Not one would mind, neither bird nor tree
If mankind perished utterly;
And Spring herself, when she woke at dawn,
Would scarcely know that we were gone.
“Adalet nedir? Ağaçları sulamak. Zulüm nedir? Dikene su vermek. Adalet, bir nimeti yerine koymaktır, su emen her kökü sulamak değil." -
Mevlana Celaleddin-i Rumi
Ode on Intimations of Immortality from Recollections of Early Childhood by 
William Wordsworth
The pansy at my feet
Doth the same tale repeat:
Whither is fled the visionary gleam?
Where is it now, the glory and the dream?
You Fit into Me by 
Margaret Atwood
you fit into me
like a hook into an eye
a fish hook
an open eye
The sea has many voices,
Many gods and many voices.
The Dry Salvages, I (No. 3 of "Four Quartets"), by T.S. Elliot
“Don't put your purpose in one place and expect to see progress made somewhere else.” - 
Epiktetos
"Gayeni tek bir yere odaklayıp başka bir yerde ilerleme kaydettiğini görmeyi bekleme."
"The only thing necessary for the triumph of evil is for good men to do nothing." -
Edmund Burke
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