I don’t know all the words
that can express my experience,
neither in my mother tongue,
nor in any other language I know.
So I pick the dictionary,
read a classic trying to steal some words
I need to take my thoughts out
Maybe I should paint
The canvas stairs blank at me
we have the most perfect conversation
but canvas is free,
yet from my colors
and brush strokes
Maybe I should sing
But I caught a cold
From the rain yesterday
So I go to sleep
And instead choose the dream
Over reality
And all that I experience
Encircle my soul
With a two light feather
I let them go
Thus have I had thee as a dream doth flatter,
In sleep a king, but waking no such matter.
Sen benimdin: rüyanın görkemleriyle doldum.
Ben, uykuda kraldım, uyanınca hiç oldum.
shakespeare
[sonnets, LXXXVII]
Thus have I had thee as a dream doth flatter,
In sleep a king, but waking no such matter.
Sen benimdin: rüyanın görkemleriyle doldum.
Ben, uykuda kraldım, uyanınca hiç oldum.
"Once Zarathustra too cast his delusion beyond humans, like all hinter- worldly. At that time the world seemed to me the work of a suffering and tortured god.
Then the world seemed a dream to me and the fiction of a god; colorful smoke before the eyes of a divine dissatisfied being.
Good and evil and joy and suffering and I and you – colorful smoke it seemed to me before creative eyes. The creator wanted to look away from himself and so he created the world.
It is drunken joy to the suffering one to look away from one’s suffering and to lose oneself. Drunken joy and losing-oneself the world once seemed to me.
This world, the eternally imperfect, the mirror image and imperfect image of an eternal contradiction – a drunken joy to its imperfect creator: thus the world once seemed to me."
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Titania: "I love thee."
Bottom: "Methinks, mistress, you should have little reason for that. And yet, to say the truth, reason and love keep little company together nowadays."
beyond this beautiful horizon lies a dream for you and I
this tranquil scene is still unbroken by the rumors in the sky
but there's a storm closing in voices crying on the wind
the serenade is growing colder breaks my soul that tries to sing
and there's so many many thoughts when I try to go to sleep
but with you I start to feel a sort of temporary peace
Thus have I had thee as a dream doth flatter,
In sleep a king, but waking no such matter.
Sen benimdin: rüyanın görkemleriyle doldum.
Ben, uykuda kraldım, uyanınca hiç oldum.
shakespeare
[sonnets, LXXXVII]
William Shakespeare
İn a dream
İ saw my Mother
With the love of her life
And no children
İt was the happiest i'd ever seen her...
Dare(Cəsarət) - Dream( Xəyal) - Decide (Qərar)
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That none of my beliefs about the world were true. That reality is malleable. That hidden connections exist in every living object. That the whole of the world is merely a thought, a butterfly's dream.
If time is a subjective experience, does it have an objective existence?
Nothing makes time pass or shortens the way like a thought that absorbs in itself all the faculties of the one who is thinking. External existence is then like a sleep of which this thought is the dream. Under its influence, time has no more measure, space has no more distance.
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“Hiçbir şey, düşünen kişinin tüm yetilerini kendi içinde özümseyen bir düşünce kadar zamanı geçiremez veya yolu kısaltamaz. O halde dış varoluş, bu düşüncenin rüyası olduğu bir uyku gibidir. Onun etkisi altında zamanın ölçüsü kalmaz, uzayın mesafesi kalmaz.”
Inception of perception....
Madameee
I met you at Rue Madame
the night I landed a Paris
the night was long and you were young
you had the whole world in your hand
You ordered a glass of wine
You looked at me and I was fine
You asked me where I came from
I said "In a dream with you, madame, I was born"
If your goal does not have a schedule, it is a dream.
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