The Art of Merak

(Serbian/Turkish- A deep sense of content in small moments)

A sudden pause to the rushing day
where all the urgent shadows fade away
It's not the triumphs we chase
But the comfort we find in the heaven of peace

The warmth of porcelain against one’s tender palms
or the rays of shimmering sunshine peeking through, a sense of calm
It's always the simplest of things
Which puts one’s heart at rest and heals

The tranquillity of the chirping birds
or the gentle trickling of the serene stream
This is the music that cures the soul
and one is lost in the moment, no philosophies
to contemplate, just living that very instant

The evening breeze or morning’s zephyr
Cleanses the body and mind, with no pressure
No bleak moments to mourn and no future to arrange
Just embracing the things that never change

To sip the loving moments, like fine old wine
and to be reminiscent of the golden time
something whimsical and pacific, that’s the mark
The mark of your Merak.

-maddie