Not being able to feel inside this world and feel my body cry from within
The first contact of the eyes with the world with the moment of birth, the first hiccup at the moment of birth, the first silence after the first cry, the first silence, the first words that came into our lives and the firsts that came into our lives and the secret knowledge in the heart, here is our impotence and created with the power of our God. it whispers to us how it is in harmony in the body it is, as we live. It is a fact that those who still try to ignore humanity by isolating them from their humanity in our world, who cannot get between "artificial" intelligence and our souls, will not be able to achieve this unless they give a soul to that artificial intelligence and that artificial intelligence will not be able to get the spirit of the believer and deceive it with this belief ... The secret of human life. It is up to us to open the door with faith, which is hidden in the heart of the person, I hope ...
In this sense, the belief that we have gained with the light of thought and faith speaks in many different ways, while the servant with compassion thinks the positive and the negative with the effect of making the addressee positive, his world turns into beauties by walking step by step towards certain feelings. With the influence of a strong conviction, he sees and feels that all the negative-minded people in the world take steps to pollute the world. From now on, with the insight given by the Lord, who makes him say, not what he is told, his discourse becomes the discourse of the right, with the precision of faith, he speaks his words by weighing his life thought and designs his life. Feeling the pain in his heart deeply, knowing the state of those who are longing, the pain of those who are longing, he comes to the secret of touching and touching for the remedy of the pain in his heart.While other people do not do this, he is instantly but perceptible with the sensitivity given by the invisible faith, the effect of the sensation is the rightful to his spirituality with its beauty. lives in order to reach.
When those who write these feelings that life and faith give to human beings say that the womb is the summer servant of the womb, and we try to write what is seen with the feelings and feelings of the sealed heart of the uterus with faith, when those who write like we say that the womb is the summer servant of the womb with various perceptions. and sensitive reflections perceived on the axis of feelings.
We realized that the past doesn't actually pass
Always up to date, always like a hot love! ..
These days the past is in vogue
Yesterday was the hustle and bustle
It turns out that what a longing we have accumulated
It comes out every day
We were all like living history
How happy us
Actually, people do not lose much
~ looks are the same
~ the soul is the same,
~ beauty is the same (every person is beautiful)
Whatever you are in your 20!
Beauty is a relative concept anyway ..
One only learns life
Human is hurting people
Man knows human beings,
immaturity goes and the calmness of maturity is added to that innocence
Are they the lines, our roadmap
that's it.
How happy we don't need to be too attached to us.
No matter how old you are today
Say I am glad I passed that way.
so many souls when you can't even reach those ages
One should know how to be thankful
How painful is the death of those who do not feel faith in their hearts and cannot feel the sincere cry of the body in this world, that my Lord will withhold us from this. The dead are those who go without tasting faith in this world. Even if they woke up for a moment, those who were buried with the pleasure of not fulfilling faith in the past and who were in regret returned to a life, if they only saw the shrouds of the tombs, the painful tears with pain, the many regrets of their regrets, the deep sobbing in remorse, when they wake up, the hobbled sobbing will no longer work at the bottom of the place. By taking an oath, trying to erase their old lives by resurrecting their collapsed bodies with faith, believe how they disgusted in their old lives that they shed tears and try to survive by running over the mountains to the ranges in order to do good for a second, but resurrection after death is only in the hereafter, the regret in the world before dying It is necessary, the regret of the servant, who is alone with the account after death, is useless, even if a human being knows for one thing, if he knows, shake it and feels sober .
Do you know what the difference between believers as human beings? The faithful servant is not affected by the deception of the world by the time and the temporary enthusiasm does not keep him alive ... He is always alive with the name of our Lord, 'Hayy', who is "always alive, giving life and life to everything, having an eternal, limitless life," The omniscient and omnipotent meaning of our Lord is always alive with the name "Hayy"… That is, the mortal being created is absolutely not dependent on "human"… "It is the truth that is surrounded by light! Believers know with his feeling of faith that he knows that to catch up with people before him, forget his own troubles, deal with the pain of the painful, actually be a remedy for his own pain and with this behavior while living, he knows that this is the only way to not suffer.
Sometimes it is not something that a person will give with what he earns in his pocket, but the love he will give is full in his heart, he gives it, he knows everything with the feelings of faith by crying with the crying, and he understands, it is necessary to cry with the crying in order to know, or it is not possible to learn anything in life by laughing all the time. Faith reminds people that while the world is wandering around with the material of your earnings, the surplus is not yours but the one you need, lighten the burden on your hand by giving your surplus, so that your hand will be opened to your Lord for prayer, or your hand will not rise to the Lord of the world within the weight of your earnings.
I'm listening to the poet's challenge
The womb of time is raising a poet in every generation. The kiddy who came to the world as the master of his word sucks the milk of genius from his veins of inspiration. That kind of creature that sucked and sucked the juice in the honey produces the purest poetry milk from this juice, and it suckles other poets who have remained fatigued in the lap of time.
Maternity is always such a shelter for them in the wet nurse, and when the offspring grow up a little, they almost compete with each other to deny this blessing.
Moreover, even those who assume that they are a milky sheep before completing the time to suck their milk without getting enough fattening, that is, before reaching their age, are out of them. When they say I should knit the poetry honeycomb, it is the bees that start to eat themselves that consume their essence.
The great master sheikh of the declaration that the reason for the declaration of the "mebahis-i other" will be mentioned in the "mebahis-i other", will suddenly cut the "story-i hüsnü love" and one or two of his parishioners, whose bonds are bet on kalama, will be explained as follows.
Some magun in the guise of a mind
My fresh mazma fell because there is no
Supposedly cook suhanveran-i
Likaya, not staying in anybody
Sirkat with poets
Are there any words, especially we were not spoken?
Does it seem that we are not called the word?
He calls those who sell poetry as mutedair and describes the other thinker, the kultab-ı zümre ahar, as follows.
Which is mostly hacegan-ı kuttab
Kerrake-i Suf pure mubanat
Mawt avari bahri termination
Fur coats soar to brag and plunge into a sea of terms
I'm great metal in you
Recite münşeat-ı arğıb
Then a couple of beautiful boys
Tanburu sherabu some divan
The bottom line in the job is hate
With these, the force was
For poetry who thinks these are the things that need to be achieved
Isn't that to say I'm obscure?
Isn't his poetry a labor
After expressing that the poetry of the boy lovers will be tasteless and saltless
No way, especially the suhte part poet
Boost that crowd on bet
Munla with telhis chevron
Lawsuit against lawsuit
He notes that the poetry of the softa part is not worth mentioning due to the falsehood of the breaks that will be taken from telhist to poetry.
Some benefit of our cities
The neighborhood is a tricky boy
Its collectible is from the shade of light
Naklik is radiant from revanid
Manendi meges a little eracif
Whether ed witness reveals verse
Some of the townspeople rush to the tricky district and collect from the light torrent.
Poetry honey with fake eracirs they collected like flies from Revani
Adding what they want to see down is like new promise and mysticism.
He says he doesn't have a pen that is fresh
That your word gives life to God, and that the showers of inspiration and inspiration pour down on people.
If you knew his word by saying layezali abandonment and delali itizayali
It will not be quite good for the honesty, it will not be finally for the one who offers the fervor.
Do it with the evil eye, be mercy, they have consumed the consent, elsaf
Bigayevu a stinging dear, nev de nev mazam
You act fehmi the power, if I say it, you act right
Crush sentence was manifested, the news is not nazmunihava, isn't it bet
A spokesperson that will never end that the truth of the word is right.
If you knew, let go of the perversion, god will not end in the turn of the word
Be careful, see when eslaf consumes that apology, which does not fit into his infinite unique guess.
Look to have the power of understanding to find new ones and sing again.
When I say it, you listen, especially as the following sentence, the changes and renewal of the events
Isn't it a cause of new mazm, less sentence teceddihavadis mazmuna neva, isn't it bet
The nature of the statement is the winner of the poet
Don't say poet means be a person
Pleasant legacy means muteuil
Poetry is deeply beautiful verse
You will be troubled by your end.
Ruyu becomes a hallowed, condescend
Let your bell open, we have not been seen, rose
In every hostage
Dream of your falcon ahu
The great fortress to be disrupted
Explaining the poet's professions, his thought plunging into the wine sea and extracting pearls from the army
What you call pearl has not been said once, with this kind of word, that the uvuna resembles a chicken that lays an egg and fights a thousand.
Look what a sweet sweetness, sweet taste next to the rose of your kiss
Like boast, look at this promise society you black hair on your shoulder
He says, after a long harassment, that they pretend to point to his eyebrow with this word, though, he says, though, this is quite a skill, but his poem is a different thing.
Once upon a time to say what has been said, it is not a hand to say something like this, but a Naz accent in flowing with me.
The heart has a new way
We do not have a cry in Chinese accent
We should stay a fresh edya
Otherwise, neither kindness nor indecent
notorious for the cause
Will Nazm come in?
What if I tell you?
**Otherwise, neither your thin master will be evidence of superiority**
**This call of the poet almost erased the rust of my ears. It took me to another realm. I just passed out.**
I describe what's inside me as a waste of love
Nowadays I'm trying to look through a poet's eyes, the movie called Chaos which is called life. It hurts my heart that the person I have identified as the leading role in my heart is empty and empty. A tear appears. Again, I am hurting myself on a wine table accompanied by the absence of it. I walk on the sidewalks, without determining my direction. I do not know where to go, I do not know.
Most things remained formless in my head, crowded like the unwritten script. I mean to get to the same point, again, you are like dusty books that have been shelved in many ways. You are as if my eyes are searching for questions that I still have in my mind trying to shrug off. I do not know the answer! Our paths are already clear.
I'm trying to love people - poetry
It's hard to believe your absence
What is left but longing for your presence
Your flying hair in the crazy wind
There was love in the veil of rising bodies
Weren't you real?
Was it a dream I made in my head dear
Let it be a dream that wakes up at the end of life
I woke up, your white skin remained in my mind
I felt your touch on my shoulder
Stand in front of me with your smiling eyes
All this time has passed like a minute
The photos we took back are left
Was it not in his thin voice actually?
I can't make it so perfect in my head
Is this mystery just because it is so long gone?
Your smile that melts my heart remains
I loved you dear for all your unreal
I have in mind your return but I don't know where
I can not find neither you nor you like
Days left when I knew you would pass without you
You are not dear I must believe now
I gotta believe it's never actually happening anymore
Unrequited love, obsession, whatever shit!
I'm left with you suffering from pain.
I am like an unspecified spring lately, and you are a harsh winter against me. We are like lines that do not touch each other even at certain points.
Every day I start to think rationally, and you should see the evening is full of regrets. Future anxiety; you are more positive than me. Finally, I left my hopes entrusting you, we both knew that I would not return.
I shape you for the last time in my memories It's a great pleasure to know you are well. Really, are you okay too these days?
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