The prolific tulip fields of Holland originated out of the tulips brought there from the Ottoman Empire (present-day Turkey) sometime in the late 16th century. There is a Turkish legend with different variations about a prince named Farhad and a princess Shirin. It is believed that Farhad killed himself upon hearing the fake news of the sudden demise of the princess and tulips bloomed from his blood.
Weekly Photo Challenge: Prolific
by Orhan Veli Kanık
Translated by Fatih Akgül
This good weather ruined me,
Beni bu güzel havalar mahvetti,
I resigned in such a weather
Böyle havada istifa ettim
From my government job.
I got used to tobacco in such a weather,
Tütüne böyle havada alıştım,
I fell in love in such a weather;
Böyle havada aşık oldum;
I forgot to take home bread and salt
Eve ekmekle tuz götürmeyi
In such a weather;
Böyle havalarda unuttum;
My disease of writing poems
Şiir yazma hastalığım
Recurred in such a weather;
Hep böyle havalarda nüksetti;
This good weather ruined me.
Beni bu güzel havalar mahvetti.
Here I Am
All night, a man called “Allah”
Until his lips were bleeding.
Then the Devil said, “Hey! Mr Gullible!
How comes you’ve been calling all night
And never once heard Allah say, “Here, I am”?
You call out so earnestly and, in reply, what?
I’ll tell you what. Nothing!”
The man suddenly felt empty and abandoned.
Depressed, he threw himself on the ground
And fell into a deep sleep.
In a dream, he met Abraham, who asked,
“Why are you regretting praising Allah?”
The man said, “ I called and called
But Allah never replied, “Here I am.”
Abraham explained, “Allah has said,
“Your calling my name is My reply.
Your longing for Me is My message to you.
All your attempts to reach Me
Are in reality My attempts to reach you.
Your fear and love are a noose to catch Me.
In the silence surrounding every call of “Allah”
Waits a thousand replies of “Here I am.”
~ Mevlana Jalaluddin Rumi
Weekly Photo Challenge: Awakening
In my hallucination
I saw my beloved’s flower garden
In my vertigo, in my dizziness
In my drunken haze
Whirling and dancing like a spinning wheel
I saw myself as the source of existence
I was there in the beginning
And I was the spirit of love
Now I am sober
There is only the hangover
And the memory of love
And only the sorrow
I yearn for happiness
I ask for help
I want mercy
And my love says:
Look at me and hear me
Because I am here
Just for that
I am your moon and your moonlight too
I am your flower garden and your water too
I have come all this way, eager for you
Without shoes or shawl
I want you to laugh
To kill all your worries
To love you
To nourish you
Oh sweet bitterness
I will soothe you and heal you
I will bring you roses
I, too, have been covered with thorns
The Easter Flower
by Claude McKay
Far from this foreign Easter damp and chilly
My soul steals to a pear-shaped plot of ground,
Where gleamed the lilac-tinted Easter lily
Soft-scented in the air for yards around;
Alone, without a hint of guardian leaf!
Just like a fragile bell of silver rime,
It burst the tomb for freedom sweet and brief
In the young pregnant year at Easter-time;
And many thought it was a sacred sign,
And some called it the resurrection flower;
And I, a pagan, worshiped at its shrine,
Yielding my heart unto its perfumed power.
The best quote for this theme is “my favorite place is in the arms of a loved one”, but Powell Gardens in the photo above is close. Especially when spring is blooming with azaleas, crocus, daffodils, forsythia, hyacinth, peonies, quince, dogwoods, redbuds, magnolias, tulips, and wisteria.
Later in the season there’s Unity Village's rose garden where there’s an abundance and variety of roses amongst the fountains and Mediterranean architecture. Another favorite.
Weekly Photo Challenge: Favorite Place
Let us fall in love again
and scatter gold dust all over the world.
Let us become a new spring
and feel the breeze drift in the heavens’ scent.
Let us dress the earth in green,
and like the sap of a young tree
let the grace from within sustain us.
Let us carve gems out of our stony hearts
and let them light our path to Love.
The glance of Love is crystal clear
and we are blessed by its light.