It's time to rest at the edge of power

Life is beautiful when shared.

What you don't know the value of, what you don't share, you will lose one day.

Sharing is happiness, peace, joy.

Sharing is bread, water, life. Sharing is unity, togetherness, friendship. Sharing is labor, patience, sacrifice. When you share, the trouble decreases, after a trouble is overcome, your burden decreases. Sharing is the shortest way to happiness. Happiness increases and gains importance as you share. As we share, pain decreases, joys increase, wounds heal. Sharing increases love and respect. Sharing is the greatest generosity. He who does not know how to share cannot taste happiness. Sharing is nobility, in short, sharing is not decreasing but increasing.

There used to be ginger-yellow clouds

His features, then, had innocent lines

Sharp sharp smiles would hit the windows

Butterflies would reach spring more quickly

Excuses were in between sleep, in and out of bed

There was no meeting distant ones in the gaze

Friendships were weighed with beautiful people

Beautiful people, so many of them.

They used to call the people of the coastal city a country of tired warriors consisting of majestic and majestic, noble and noble personalities.

The best of wine was consumed here, all transported from the world.

These were the kings of the time who left their mark on the world, who played the role of prophets and kings in history, and after a while they took a rest.

Gods and Goddesses in the language of mythology.

They were dervishes who transcended the universe through the fiction of science and technology.

These personalities who, after a while, reached the limit of their power and decided that it was time to rest and decided to play I am Adam in quiet countries, had enough patience to spend their lives in a temple.

Someone whose knees were calcified from overcoming the years in the realm of prayer set out on a journey at dawn.

He crossed mountains and valleys, was raided many times, but still he did not give up and made a temporary stop in the lower world near the north pole.

The stopover was temporary because he still had a long way to go.

They spent most of their lives as travelers and explorers because they were the ones who made all the new discoveries that paved the way for humanity.

On his way to a modern city, he knocked on the door of a house that remained a dot in his memory.

When the head of the house asked if he would be accepted as a guest of God, a warm feeling came over the dark-haired young man.

It was as if the room was waiting for a guest from beyond the stars.

"Yes, father, what kind of talk is that?" he said and welcomed the tired warrior.

Sitting in an armchair in the head corner with pleasure, the weary of time said, "May your household be merry and your hearts be wide, sons of Adam.

My journey is long, I thought I would take a breather, forgive me if I have offended, I will blind my ego with a morsel of bread and continue on my way.

This is the break given by this warrior, reflected in a huge life.

When the resting time is over, the baby-looking young man reflected in the picture is the dervish himself who will transition to another realm with lightning speed.

Now we call this a welcome baby, but in fact it is the warrior of time who beams the welcome essence into this image and whose image will change as time goes on.

Welcome baby, welcome wanderer head.

The warrior who will return to the original place with all the bottles he consumed during the break.