I belong to the one without a name.
I belong to that, that can't be seen.
I belong to this, that can't be touched.
No eyes, no ears, no taste, no touch, yet I know it is the most beautiful thing with the serene sound, the sweetest taste and the softest touch.
I can connect to ‘it’ whenever I want, as much as I want as the person I want to be.
-ÖÖ
Hello lovely people. It's Özlem! You haven't heard from me for a while, because I was figuring out where to focus my attention and energy. I have felt overwhelmed the past year—teaching courses, writ
We haven't grown old, and it is not too late to love ourselves unconditionally and give ourselves permission to go wherever our curiosity takes us. -ÖÖ
I create my freedom by feeling internal freedom. -ÖÖ