I say my word to void
Air devours it
Birds pass it from right and
left
Serpent feels
Scorpion hears
Wolf knows
Human is the “just now” of
everything
None can arrive without gaps
Our destination is ourselves
if we arrived
One misses whom is close to
his chest
A man is “just now” of a woman
Soul too has a border to glass
Fresh one opens
And the tired closes curtains
No matter how close or distant
Every path is “just now” of
death
(by Mustafa Aydoğan)
(BUGÜN KONUŞTUKLARIMIZ'dan)
