Anatolia

Black Sea Mountains

Look at the mountains, you can hear the sun,

Dancing all the way, rising and setting.

Touch and hug the trees, your heart’s having fun,

Hearing words of love and joyful being.

The mountains have eyes and the trees have arms,

The river flows songs of pure energy,

The flower’s nectar so gently transforms,

Let’s all cozy up in such verity.

The mountains is home of forests and plants,

Wise owls, families and sensitive cows.

Such rhythms balance and make all things right.

The mountain brings light, the mountain enchants.

The mountain brings fear, the mountain allows.

The mountain is One, You who turned out bright.

Black Sea Women

At the light of dawn you warm up the hearts

Creating fire, comfort and wisdom.

Your prepare the food with rhythm and arts,

Feeding with purpose and the light of Om.

Strong and powerful, you are like the sun,

Sublime and alive, you are like the moon.

Your hands create love for just everyone,

Your eyes can see joy at midnight or noon.

Any act of yours is like a prayer,

All your moves and gaze rock the world gently.

Closest to nature and the voice of God,

Let us learn again, from you, the Mother.

Let us dance again, in community.

You are the vessel, the earth’s precious pod.

Olive Trees

Immortal for life, you bear all the gems,

The fruits of power and integration.

All around your trunk, farandoles of stems

Singing with auras in pure unison.

Cultures of patience, timeless resilience,

What’s coming from you enlighten the soul.

Rooted in the sea and nature’s brilliance,

Feeding with purpose is your only goal.

Imagine yourself like our wise elders,

Couples of passion, enchanting women,

Or just laughing kids uplifting the world.

Let us have your eyes, be your beholders

So we can see through all that is golden

From your deepest roots, the divine preserved.

Anatolia

The land of the Turks and humanity,

You connect the world, you treasure the best,

The old and the new, serendipity.

Basking in the real, family comes first.

Friends become brothers, elders teach you truth,

Springs embrace the sun, rivers heal your soul.

Food is medicine, your fountain of youth.

Beauty is revered in life as a whole.

Embracing our hearts like a sweet mother,

You smile at presence and pure nourishment.

You share what matters, the dark and the light,

The roots and the source, the sun just brighter.

You rise up the ruins to the firmament,

You pray to the moon all day and all night.

The 7 Churches

Blessed by the island, the wind and the sun,

Your journey begins, the churches unfold.

Marrying beauty in the light of dawn

With the sweet power of truth being told,

Life unveils itself like a bright flower,

Tales pertain themselves like the Gem of God.

The Sacred waters become your healer,

Birds and plants chant peace, they are pure and bold.

On a simple stone, lives humanity.

Crosses and half moons give new directions.

Nature and prayers bring all their blessings,

To the one who sees the hidden beauty.

The broken and gone become perfections

To the one who hears the infinite springs.

Rumi

Entering the world of words and letters,

I embrace your gift of serenity.

Swimming in the sea of light and wonders,

I look at roses and see majesty.

Let’s dance through colors and your soul painting,

Musical wisdom, life made magistral!

Let’s accept what is, I am just nothing.

Let’s receive your love, freedom above all.

Revering the rose, roses and their thorns,

Regarding the sun, the moon and the stars,

I can see your heart, in green or in blue:

Forrests of silence and revealing horns,

Oceans of life, healing all the scars,

Messengers of God chanting life anew.

Greetings from Istanbul, Turkey (November 4th 2021)

When I first heard the word ata tohum, sitting with my friend by the Bosphorus, I felt its intense resonance throughout my whole body.

Ata tohum is the story of our time, the purpose of our work, the key to innovation, the path to enlightenment.

Connected to the soil and agriculture, the food we eat and all the choices we make, the stories we listen to and the paths we embark on, ata tohum is the one journey of life discovery.

As powerful and divine as the sun with the moon, as profound and immortal as orchards of olive trees, as fragile and threatened as all beings on earth, ata tohum is the unveiling of truth and our most humbling experience.

From Anatolia to the Amazons and throughout the world, it has been the link, the way to follow. Such a great teacher, such inspiring guide, carried out through times by all geniuses and spirits of God.

Ata is “the ancestor”.

Tohum is “the seed”.

Ata tohum is the “ancestral seed”.

With all our power, our strength and courage, from anywhere we are, let’s follow its path, and keep it alive.

Emilie