Cosmic flow through her hair; waves untold meet there. Reflecting souls just stare.
Wistful notes play their tone; never alone.
All within, never without; let go of all doubt. Sounds about you coming to; beauty like full moon’s bloom; an eternity that belongs to you.
Rhythm and passion you can’t elude; make our tune, stars consume. Essential essence, each other’s presence, become one in session
About the Creator
NoBody
Just words and rhythm
Inshallah
Istanbul is a city bristling with life, a place where past and present, sacred and profane, intertwine under the watchful gaze of the Sultan Ahmet Mosque. As I explore this crossroads of cultures with Maya, my nine-year-old niece and the daughter of my late brother-in-law Frank, and my wife Nadia, Frank's sister, I find myself on a journey not just through Istanbul's history, but also into the depths of my own beliefs. Staying with Maya and her mother Elvan, my sister-in-law, I begin to see the city anew through their eyes, and to understand why James Baldwin said it "revived" him.
By Geoffrey Philp 3 days ago in Wander
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