Mejnun
bir varmis bir yokmus
turkish fairytales start like that: "once there was, once there wasn't"
and life is like that, and I am like that: "Once I was, once I wasn't"
and we're all like that...
"The birth and death of beings are like watching a dance.
The passage of life is ike lightning in the sky.
It moves quickly, like a waterfall."
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I was hanging out with an old punk one day and I said, hey I never felt like a punk, just a gentlehearted weirdo and I hate labels...he said, yeah, that's punk...whatever, still a label...
Anyways, what's it all about? If this were India or China a thousand years back I would have been a wandering ascetic mendicant...those were the original vagabond punks, the seekers, the ones who were always there at the fringes, pushing humanity onward, escaping the frivolous madness. I would have been that, with my begging bowl and rags and shaved head. In other locations of time and place there was a respect for those, a sort of awe, an admiration for the ones who strayed from the norm in order to test the boundaries of reality. Bring it back!
Yuppies doing yoga, the folks in the Zen circles, all are craving that freedom...I am craving that freedom...and I don't want to be treated like shit for it...
turkish fairytales start like that: "once there was, once there wasn't"
and life is like that, and I am like that: "Once I was, once I wasn't"
and we're all like that...
"The birth and death of beings are like watching a dance.
The passage of life is ike lightning in the sky.
It moves quickly, like a waterfall."
****
I was hanging out with an old punk one day and I said, hey I never felt like a punk, just a gentlehearted weirdo and I hate labels...he said, yeah, that's punk...whatever, still a label...
Anyways, what's it all about? If this were India or China a thousand years back I would have been a wandering ascetic mendicant...those were the original vagabond punks, the seekers, the ones who were always there at the fringes, pushing humanity onward, escaping the frivolous madness. I would have been that, with my begging bowl and rags and shaved head. In other locations of time and place there was a respect for those, a sort of awe, an admiration for the ones who strayed from the norm in order to test the boundaries of reality. Bring it back!
Yuppies doing yoga, the folks in the Zen circles, all are craving that freedom...I am craving that freedom...and I don't want to be treated like shit for it...
- Location
- Orlando
Signature
Life goes like water from a broken pot...so enjoy, my friends!
