The poem below inspired this highly detailed painting Dervisha. If you are interested in purchasing this framed original painting, contact me.
~ Dervisha ~
I met your pure eyes
and I became myself,
your sight behind mine
looking at lights’ dance.
With such remote music
lingering on that close,
the human heart softens.
Look at my new weakness,
it’s crawling by your feet!
Being is that vast union,
that grace, that quietness.
Some secret Conversation
curls around us like locks
around Prophets’ earlobes.
Bless me, make speech go!
How many more will join
of generous ears inside?
Let us beg them my love:
“Be true beingness. realize your exuberance, embrace the Essence and watch all generous hearts become your companions. Remember in one, many! Strive to be vulnerable, touch the grace of femininity, drown in the empty, swim that deeply, know Surrender; fight to be that weak so you can sense what true strength is.
Then we fall back within, inertia buoyantly begins for the Sky leaps in … Lo, we all are feminine!”
Being a mystic is a temperament,
it cannot be taught nor learned
it is inherent to the soul
like a fragrance from Paradise
one cannot help to wear.
When such grace manifests
in the material world,
tremendous beauty arises,
anyone who sees it
ends up surrendering: “la ilaha illa Allah,
there is no reality but Allah!”
escapes from their lips~
Through the presence of mystics,
blessings abound and flow,
ecstatically merging with matter,
polishing it from inside,
turning it into myriads of lights
’til they return to their Source~
For now, let us revel in
this expansive divine love
that invades the poet’s heart!
For a month eyes will be shut to the external world so the self grows more aware of the Breath’s nourishment. The material dimension loses its grip on the soul that seeks to be with the Presence~ to be beyond all that is not, la ilaha illa Allah! Colors, scents, suras will be nutrients to the selfless self that dances with the prophets (as). The sweetness of Returning supersedes the one of not owning anything~ We are Poor for the sake of True Wealth, say:
“Bismillah, my love, the Moon is out, come sit at our table, the feast of Light is starting tonight!”
Peace~ Twice a year I render a few of my original paintings available for sale on the visualsufipoetry.com e-store. I also recently started to make canvas prints with ornaments reworked by hand so each reproduced piece is unique. Feel free to share with anyone who would be interested. Thank you for supporting spiritual art~
“The Very Self of the Self” is a 40″x30″ oil & acrylic painting that evokes the sacred unfolding that can take place when wo/man is free of all conditioning that binds her/his mind to fragmentation and that prevents her/him from experiencing the Unity/Tawhid of all life that sages have spoken about throughout the ages.
I worked on this painting for a year and a half, through its creative process I learned a lot about ego dissolution, transcendence and going deep inward, beyond the divisive perspective we tend to cultivate in the material dimension. When we go beyond these divisions, there truly is only the Divine Unity of all existence, the sustaining consciousness of all, seen and unseen. In time, inshAllah the global realization of this Reality will allow us to live more harmoniously on this earth.
To see “The very self of the Self” in its entirety and to read the poem that accompanies it click here.
Love ignites billions of lights,
lo! The desire to control puts them out.
The Sufi seeks to control himself, not others.
The need to control is an inclination of the ego.
Presence, out of Love, knows not to control,
but to nurture with the manna of softness
for it understands the soul’s sacredness,
as well as its divinely-granted free will.
Control is a typical symptom of the creation
in its state of non-refinement and attachment.
Exercising control on others is for those
who claim authority like the clergy,
the politicians, the power-hungry
scholars and the coveters of Gifts.
A Sufi does not claim authority,
her/his existence transpires
with the sweet cosmic Sound “La ilaha illa Allah, there is only The Divine One~”
In such a state of abandonment,
how can there be any room for control?
No true saint ever sought
to control other beings,
that’s why souls flock to them,
eager to know the grace of Freedom
their blessed presence offers.
Having tasted the nectar of Surrender,
the holy ones rather seek to break
the chains of control established by men
who misinterpret the Divine Law
through the dust-covered lenses of their ego,
the very root of the world’s chaos
surged from the ego’s desire to control~