"YOU ARE AS HUMAN AS YOU CAN LOVE" RUMISABUNCU's Profile

“It’s Your Life…Live It!” - FOR VICKY

Welcome to the spectacular crossroads of cultures. On the border between Asia and Europe and surrounded by three seas, Turkey offers you exotic landscapes, a dreamy coastline and the hospitality of a people worthy of knowing. The rock formations of Cappadocia, which are totaly unique in the world. The extraordinary Blue Mosque or the ancient city of Troy are just some ofthe amazing sites waiting to be discovered in one of the most magical destination in the world. And the extensive coastline of the Turkish Riviera, also popularly known as the Turquoise Coast, invites you to relax and be seduced by its stunning beaches, lush forest and spectacular cliffs and caves. The Antalya Province is a tourist paradise. Its high cliffs over The Mediterranean, its mountains, mysterious caves and ancient remains from at least 5 civilizations make it an outstanding destination.

I'm an forest engineer and I attended and finished Forest economy and forest genetic Msc. I have been working as a researcher about forest genetic and tree breeding for 18 years in Antalya. Now I am incharge of afforestation and rehabilitation degraded forest. I visited many countries in europe to attend some meeting about my subject "forest genetic. Mevlana, has expressed that the Universe was the endless field of existence of the God and that human being carried a God-Like quality as a part of a whole by saying ? Hey, whoever looks for the God, it is you what you look for ?

Come, come again whoever, whatever you may be come
Heaten, fire-worshipper, sinner of idolatry, come
Come even if you have broken your penilence hundred times
Ours is not the portal of despair or misery come
MEVLANA CELALEDDIN-I RUMI
As would be seen in the foregoing verses, ? Mevlana? believed in brotherhood of all humanity and difference among religions would not be related with the God-Like presence.

YUNUS EMRE

KAS_ANTALYA

Your love has wrested me away from me,
You're the one I need, you're the one I crave.
Day and night I burn, gripped by agony,
You're the one I need, you're the one I crave.

I find no great joy in being alive,
If I cease to exist, I would not grieve,
The only solace I have is your love,
You're the one I need, you're the one I crave.

Lovers yearn for you, but your love slays them,
At the bottom of the sea it lays them,
It has God's images-it displays them;
You're the one I need, you're the one I crave.

Let me drink the wine of love sip by sip,
Like Mecnun, live in the hills in hardship,
Day and night, care for you holds me in its grip,
You're the one I need, you're the one I crave.

Even if, at the end, they make me die
And scatter my ashes up to the shy,
My pit would break into this outcry:
You're the one I need, you're the one I crave.

"Yunus Emre the mystic" is my name,
Each passing day fans and rouses my flame,
What I desire in both worlds in the same:
You're the one I need, you're the one I crave.

PIR SULTAN ABDAL

OLYMPOS BEACH_History and Nature

PIR SULTAN ABDAL
The rough man entered the lover's garden
It is woods now, my beautiful one, it is woods,
Gathering roses, he has broken their stems
They are dry now, my beautiful one, they are dry

In this square our hide is stretched
Blessed be, we saw our friend off to God
One day, too, black dust must cover us
We will rot, my beautiful one, we will rot

He himself reads and He also writes
God's holy hand has closed her crescent eyebrows
Your peers are wandering in Paradise
They are free, my beautiful one, they are free

Whatever religion you are, I'll worship it too
I will be torn off with you even the Day of Judgement
Bend for once, let me kiss you on your white neck
Just stay there for a moment, my beautiful one, just stay there

I'm Pir Sultan Abdal, I start from the root
I eat the kernel and throw out the evil weed
And weave from a thousand flowers to one hive honey
I am an honest bee, my beautiful one, an honest bee.

"NAZIM HIKMET "THE FAMOUS POET FROM ANATOLIA

On Living
I
Living is no laughing matter:
you must live with great seriousness
like a squirrel, for example--
I mean without looking for something beyond and above living,
I mean living must be your whole occupation.
Living is no laughing matter:
you must take it seriously,
so much so and to such a degree
that, for example, your hands tied behind your back,
your back to the wall,
or else in a laboratory
in your white coat and safety glasses,
you can die for people--
even for people whose faces you've never seen,
even though you know living
is the most real, the most beautiful thing.
I mean, you must take living so seriously
that even at seventy, for example, you'll plant olive trees--
and not for your children, either,
but because although you fear death you don't believe it,
because living, I mean, weighs heavier.

NAZIM HIKMET

ANTALYA_BAY

On Living
II
Let's say you're seriously ill, need surgery--
which is to say we might not get
from the white table.
Even though it's impossible not to feel sad
about going a little too soon,
we'll still laugh at the jokes being told,
we'll look out the window to see it's raining,
or still wait anxiously
for the latest newscast ...
Let's say we're at the front--
for something worth fighting for, say.
There, in the first offensive, on that very day,
we might fall on our face, dead.
We'll know this with a curious anger,
but we'll still worry ourselves to death
about the outcome of the war, which could last years.
Let's say we're in prison
and close to fifty,
and we have eighteen more years, say,
before the iron doors will open.
We'll still live with the outside,
with its people and animals, struggle and wind--
I mean with the outside beyond the walls.
I mean, however and wherever we are,
we must live as if we will never die.

NAZIM HIKMET

Anemone blanda schott

On Living
IIIIII

This earth will grow cold,
a star among stars
and one of the smallest,
a gilded mote on blue velvet--
I mean this, our great earth.
This earth will grow cold one day,
not like a block of ice
or a dead cloud even
but like an empty walnut it will roll along
in pitch-black space ...
You must grieve for this right now
--you have to feel this sorrow now--
for the world must be loved this much
if you're going to say "I lived" ...

9-10 P.M. Poems

The most beautiful sea hasn't been crossed yet.
The most beautiful child hasn't grown up yet.
Our most beautiful days we haven't seen yet.
And the most beautiful words I wanted to tell you

I LOVE MY COUNTRY

wild flowers from KARAOZ

I love my country . . .
I love my country . . .
I swung in its lofty trees, I lay in its prisons.
Nothing relieves my depression
Like the songs and tobacco of my country.
. . . and then my working, honest, brave people.
Ready to accept with the joy of a wondering child,
everything,
progressive, lovely, good,
half hungry, half full.
half slave . . .
Nazim HIKMET
[I love my country]. Selected poems, 1968)

SEN

sen esirligim ve hurriyetimsin,
ciplak bir yaz gecesi gibi yanan etimsin,
sen memleketimsin.

Sen ela gozlerinde yesil hareler,
sen buyuk, guzel ve muzaffer
ve ulasildikca ulasilmaz olan hasretimsin...

Nazim Hikmet
1948