NATURE CRIES FOR US

NATURE CRIES FOR US

walking down the road
searching the wonders of nature
hidden among the trees
in miracle of seed
of my own reality
like of soft breeze
coming from the unkown time span
brushing my memories

just remembering how it felt
the very first day of conscious
and the first day of soul
in a chilled night
of my oldest memory
snuggled the sun warmed rock
and dream the anarchy of unknown order
snuggled even closer to the core of rock
and leaving the trace of its first love

like the smell of the flower
blooming in the mids of winter.... unexpectedly
showing the wish of blue...red and yellow
of winter

that was the first love that hidden in the rock
of colors.......still there... even for blinds to see
but I cant see now
I am more than a blind
yet my finger tips are sensitive to reach past and touch

so I recall..............

so all the souls who recalls
gather around the fire of nature
recreate the universe of wonders
within the each sparks of nature's fire

so I recall....the moment of
that unique spark escaped in the air
mingle with the feeling of touch of your shoulder
smile came from the very first rock that we hide the love...once...

commuting between past and present
touching the parade of nuances
of deep blue...light green
and not to mention rest
swinging within each other
creating million green ....millions blue
squeezing the ocean of souls between within
in its own specific moments
of lovetouch..
so that was the concept of ocean first felt
and dived since then
of nuance.........
window of the nature for us to open
and to see the secret..if it is a secret
not being your own stranger
not being your own rejection
in the moments of dark
when all the windows of nuance were shut
time that you walk with the sense of your hands
familiar to to dark to deep dark
yet feel the dim light..somewhere..somehow
dim light of that first conscious
of memories
night candles of spirits

seeing them in dark
calling us in winds
familiar voices of
unforgotten emotions
of once in light...

it is the oldest drama yet always on the same stage
played and played again
since the first day love entered the core of stone

ACT I

dim sounds of bells of dim candles
climbing the night
as joyful spirits were dancing
all the sparks were still in the green leaves of oak tree
all the waves were in deep ocean
anger was hiding deep in the ocean floor
even the moon can not pull them up to surface
it was a lazy night
sounds were in deep rest
where stillness is the absolute king of nature

yet there was a loyal cry
as dim as light of candle
cry of a wondering wolf
looking for the Queen
carrying the tears of all spirits
of each tear was one...lost forever
he was coming from present
all were resting in past......dreams of the past
where the kingdom of nature
was all green ..untouched...clean at purity level
there was an absolute order of anarchy
beyond the freedom that one cannot imagine of present
order of anarchy is the order of beyond
ultimate place for us to be..

each tears were offered the Queen with loyalty
with their pain discreately spreaded around
between greens... blues...silence...nuances
create winds of their own
and carry the gloom to unknown virgin places
where the grace of horses still shape the nature
beauty of flower still untouched
loyalty of soil is abundance
river of glooms were running wildly
fed by the tears of pain...

yet you and I , as two clourful pebbles
were sitting in a creek side by side
enjoying the the purity of caress
of water
which brings the touch of wolf..of deer and of those bears
and of the freedom of nature
pain of tears were yet far away
it was the time when flying autumn leaf
was the symbol of freedom
was time when we know very same leaf will be
colourful flower in coming spring
in different form of freedom..as ours
that was the freedom granted to us by that very first conscious
and carried to us in the same breeze
to make you nature itself
so we enjoy to be free under the wings of birds
they take us to unknown corners of life of nature
where we meet the colourful shades of spirits
and learn the reason being on this nature
and..and in turn learn our own spirits
so become our own past...present and future...
then nature will welcome you bare feet
so enjoy every touch of your feet to the soil
where we will be integrated eventually
it is our fate to feel through the senses of nature
eyes of animals
ears of cats
senses of snakes
freedom of falcons

yes world will be so peaceful that way
for being the eyes , skin and ear of the nature

yes pain of tears were yet far away.............
we were still two colourful pebbles sitting in creek
yet dreams are restless

in dreaming the dream of dreams
reaching the first conscious
building the first logic
and one step back and one step forward
of the music of silence
where each tone of colour is the note of "Symphony of Conscious"
dreams are beyond
and the dream was sacred
even intolerable
sending the old wise owl
calling us to see the land
and hear the voice of cry in winds
and feel the pain of tears in creeks
dream after dream
follow the old wise owl
in future
of already happened past
spread us the senses of nature
being the sense of eagle
whissle of snake
pride of falcon
strength and speed of alpha
mind of dolphin
size of whale
weakness of newborn
yet common conscious of all
with
power of sun and
coolness of moon
and majestic of wholeness of nature
and their common dreams
we became
dreams in dreams
to touch the secret love we all whorship
yet being beyond ourselves
and to be nature itself
is painful of all
FINAL ACT
yes pain of tears finally arrived in dreams

Cemil Yavuz Oncelay
March 2004

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