My aim for this picture was to look sleep deprived but smoulder still, at the same time. Great success. 📸 By the glorious @_singhambikaphoto_ @_singhambika_ Jacket – @sandroparis HMU – Kudrat Beard – Odin
• I’ve come away For me. Not to get away From anything, But to find what I came here To seek. I’ve come away To remind myself Of myself. To be cleansed In the salt, and Stoic wisdom Of the sea. I miss no one. i need no one. Yet I still love. I leave the doors And windows Of my heart open To the breeze. Everything Needs balance. Everything is just Ebb and flow. I live the lessons The tides have Taught me. So I’ve come away. Don’t bother Looking for me. • • #SufiSoulPoetry #SoulRetreat #StillnessFoundMe
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• I have Returned Home, To myself, For the Last time. • • #SufiSoulPoetry #NeverLeavingAgain
Getaway
CHARCOAL 3′ x 4′ I promised myself, the first post of the year would be some art, and art that would fill me with wonder. Wonder that I did that. I’m without a muse of my own, so I turned to @jessicachastain because she was made for painting (and worship). She may not know it, but doing this portrait of hers cleansed me of a lot of shit. She’s a worthy muse to begin the year with. I’ve got another on the way. (This is strictly for my own artistic joy and not for any commercial purpose. I’d tag the photographer but i dont know who it is. But obviously I’m a fan.) #sufisoulartistry #sufisoulpoetry
Chastain # 2 @jessicachastain Charcoal 3 ft * 4 ft I make no excuses. I am an artist and her face deserves many portraits. But i promise I’ll stop soon. Dammit! I need a muse. This is not amusing, anymore. Original photograph by the late, great Peter Lindbergh #sufisoulartistry
Chastain # 2 @jessicachastain Charcoal 3 ft * 4 ft I make no excuses. I am an artist and her face deserves many portraits. But i promise I’ll stop soon. Dammit! I need a muse. This is not amusing, anymore. Original photograph by the late, great Peter Lindbergh #sufisoulartistry
• • I’m not looking For anyone. Not anymore. I’m not waiting For some miracle To waltz in. But, wherever I go, I sit facing The door. So I’ll remember, The first time, that She walked in. • • #SufiSoulPoetry #KeepingMyRomanticAlive #IAmMadeOfHope
• • I am The Moon I am The tides I am The Love And Love Abides • • #SufiSoulPoetry
• I panic. I panic so easy, And it gets rooted Too deep. My mind turns To static, my hands Tremble, my mouth Can’t speak. So I write. I write like bats Scream. Mapping The world with Their cries. I write like soldiers Digging trenches Under mortared skies. I write, So I never Have to feel This way again. And yet, What I feel Is the only ink That works in This pen. • • #SufiSoulPoetry #FightingWritersBlockHard
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° Eat the grapes. Stop talking About The Garden. Eat the grapes. • Persian Proverb ° ° One of my favorite little bits of wisdom. And perfectly, perfectly put. Words to live by. Stop thinking, get busy doing. LIVE!
• Let your Love, Like a Holy River flow. Even if it must Cross, these barren Lands alone. And nothing Shall keep you, From the Forever Sea. For Water Always wins Against Stone. • • #SufiSoulPoetry #LovePoemForLove
Farewell London. 💜 Always. Until we dance again…
SOUND ON • When we meet, Hard as we try, All we ever Manage to be, Is exactly who We were trying To hide. You can see it In the eyes; Bitter, bits Of betrayal from Seeing through Each other’s Lies. • • #SufiSoulPoetry #StateOfUsPoem #whyDoWeDoThis #ToOurselves #ToEachOther
• I am The Teacher. The lesson Is me. So I Can be I, Like a tree Is a tree. • • #SufiSoulPoetry #aspirationallyZenPoetry
• In the infinite Expanse Of the multiverse, An infinite Me’s Are weaving Infinite lives. Of every texture Every sorrow, Of every joy, Lives painted with Every hue. But today I can feel, For the first time, All infinity Of Me, are here This evening, Occupying this Exact space, On this beach. And all of us Are smiling, Identical smiles. And Heaven Doesn’t feel So far out Of reach. • • #SufiSoulPoetry #SunsetPoem #IAmAChildOfSunset
• Made my eyes So heavy, They forgot The sky. Caged my heart, So it forgot It used To fly. They broke All of me, yet Broke nothing At all. Still I smile, As I leap. Still I laugh, As I fall. I no longer Worry “When?” I no longer Wonder “Why?” • • (P.S. i have missed you all) #SufiSoulPoetry #BackAtItAgain #AndItFeelsGood
• Does ash Still dream, Of what It was, before The Flame? Or does it Just laugh, As the winds Carry it away, Unnamed. Unmade, At last. At last Unchained. • • #SufiSoulPoetry
The Watcher
• I am but a bridge, between two moments in time. On the path around itself, taken by the Divine. I am a rope across a chasm, on the Mountain the mystic must climb. I am the span between here and there, where lovers linger, to remind each other why there’s nowhere more precious to be. Suspended above the water’s music, softly singing songs of each other. Each shared breath worth more than treasures be. I am the endless arch, between what I was, and who I know, I will be. I am the dwindling distance, between you and me. • • #SufiSoulPoetry #ProsePoem #Experimenting
• The Earth never Stops spinning. Racing itself Round the Sun. And we’re forever Caught chasing Ourselves, in Endless marathon. No wonder we feel Hopelessly lost. Running helplessly Out of time. No wonder we treat Ourselves like things, Someone carelessly, Left behind. • • #SufiSoulPoetry #DiggingNewGround
“It was a morning in early summer. A silver haze shimmered and trembled over the lime trees. The air was laden with their fragrance. The temperature was like a caress. I remember – I need not recall – that I climbed up a tree stump and felt suddenly immersed in ‘It-ness’. I did not call it by that name. I had no need for words. It and I were one.” by Bernard Berenson. Passage from his book Sketch for a Self Portrait ______________________ Sometimes you come across the perfect bit of writing for the perfect moment and feel something approaching what Berenson is describing. I read this sitting on my favorite balcony with my favorite girl, writing and listening to music, in a yellow house by the sea. And the miracle of it all took my breath away.
