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Ibn Arabi..A short poem

Posted in Poetry & Literature with tags , , , , , , , , , on January 12, 2013 by thecountessshadow

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Ibn Arabi ( Abu Abdullah Muhammed Ibn Ali Ibn Muhammed Ibn Arabi ), an Arab Andalusian philosopher, poet, and Sufi mystic, widely known as Al-Shaikhu Al-Akbar which is an arab title that means the greatest master!

Born in Spain ( Andalus under the arab rule ) to a respectful family, he started to show high intellectual abilities at a young age which was fed by his presence in the world’s highest cultural centre at his time. He is considered by the world as one of the greatest philosophers though he never classified himself as a philosopher, and had always declared that he distasted philosophy as he believed that even the greatest mind in its purest form was unable to capture the absolute truth. He believed that the mind was a means of gaining knowledge to start the path, but it was the experience and the spiritual inspiration that would reveal the existential facts. Side by side along his impressive spiritual journey, Ibn Arabi had another journey around the globe, from Spain, to Morocco, Egypt, Anatolia, Turkey, Hijaz, Iraq, and Syria. He spent his life in reading, writing, meditating, and travelling, and a very rich life it was indeed.

For those of you who are not familiar with the terms “Sufi, Sufism”, I will try to explain it briefly. It is definitely a huge issue that needs a whole post, or even a whole book to discuss this amazing spiritual path and impressive school of thought, but for now, I will just try to shed some light upon the issue. Sufi is the adjective, and Sufism is the noun, and it is an Islamic mystic spiritual pathway that appeared around the ninth century ( roughly, I am not sure! ). The root of the word is uncertain with some people thinking that it originated from the greek word Sofia which means wisdom, others believing that the true origin of the term was the arabic word “Suf” which means wool, as the early Sufi masters were known to wear wool as a sort of asceticism. The root of the word may be uncertain, but what is well-known for sure, is that Sufism was a mystical spiritual pathway that implied meditation, asceticism, purifying the interior rather than focusing on the external appearance, self-denial, and love as a means of seeking the truth about human, life, and God, the fact of facts as Sufi masters called Him! It is a pathway that embraces the concept of divine love, that reflects itself as a love for the divine manifestations in nature, humans and all of God’s creatures, and implies a lot of hard work by the follower of this path to purify himself from hatred, jealousy, envy, aggression, and every negative emotion that blocks the vision according to the Sufis, a process they call ” emptying of the cup! ” which is achieved by isolation, meditation and experiences. There were a lot of Sufi masters like Al-halaj, Ibn Al-Fared, Ibn Arabi, as well as many others, but anyway, this post is not about Sufism, it is about Ibn Arabi, but I just wanted to shed some light on the term.

There was a lot of debate about Ibn Arabi with some people considering him to be a great master, others just saw him as an irreligious heretic! But despite that debate nobody, even those who hated him, was able to ignore his remarkable writings, and his impressive share in the human thought and civilisation. He wrote many books, and many poems collected in a beautiful Divan. His famous books include ” Al Futuhat Al-Mekkiya” which means “The Meccan illumination”, “Turjuman Al-Ashwaq” which means ” The interpreter of desires” ” Al-itihad Al-kawni” which is literally translated to be, the universal union, but known in English as ” The Universal tree and the four birds”, as well as many other books. This is one beautiful short poem of his, I personally find it very beautiful and meaningful, and I wanted to share them with everyone, so I will post the arabic verses and my English translation of them. Again, please pardon my translation as it was real hard to translate it half as beautifully as it was written by him in Arabic, but the meanings are so beautiful and I hope you enjoy them.

كنت قبل اليوم أنكر صاحبى
ما لم يكن دينه لدينى دان
و لقد اصبح قلبى قابلا كل صورة
فمرعى لغزلان
و دير لرهبان
و كعبة طائف
و بيت لاوثان
أدين بدين الحب انى توجهت ركائبه
فالحب دينى و ايمانى
 
محيى الدين بن عربى 
 

The friend with faith unlike mine
I denied everyday
before today

And now my heart is ready
to accept every form
Every way
I embrace this very day

A deer prairie
A monk’s priory

A Kaaba for a roamer
Or a temple of idols

For love is my only religion
my only faith
For I go
wherever the river
of love flows.

Ibn Arabi

Her Wild Stallion

The Goddess Worship

Posted in A Different Perspective with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , on January 4, 2013 by thecountessshadow

Look..

Venus 1

Look carefully!

Venus 2

Now…Breath!!

Venus 3

These don’t just induce sexual arousal! ( as they do certainly induce a great deal of sexual arousal!) The meaning within them goes far beyond the limit of the body into the endless horizons of the mind! into the infinite world of the spirit!

The meaning within! crawling into my soul, defeating my defences, and getting a limitless access to the very core of my being.

Most people tend to describe themselves and their emotions within the limits of the usual, the normal, in the way the world used to describe such emotions or actions, be them extreme, or casual, weird or normal, it doesn’t matter, even with the weirdest thing, people tend to define themselves within the norms of the weird! It is like they learn about themselves in a comparative way, comparing themselves to the other, to the world, and thus finding a spot for themselves on the universal scale! It seems to be the perfect way that goes with the logic and the scientific method, it even seems to be a civilised and modern way, to go beyond what is local, and see things in a more broad universal basis. This is true, but actually, that would be the perfect way to learn about the solid facts, the temperature and the modes of heat transfer! the law of gravity may be! to experiment, analyse and compare, is a real perfect way for gaining knowledge, but when it comes to one’s own being and himself in relation to the absolute, it is never about knowledge, it is about knowing, it’s never about experimenting, it’s about experiencing, it is never about analysing, it is about insight! At least, that is what I believe in, and unlike most people ( I met ), I don’t tend to define myself within the limits of the normal. I start the journey from inside out! looking into myself and understanding the world through my own self! This sounds more logic and more importantly, it sounds like the natural order of things, to use my very local items to experience and later describe a very universal thing. I understand that what I just wrote might sound vague, probably misfitting in here at the very least, but I do disagree because of some reasons I will be discussing now.
The private vs the public question, the local versus the universal and the bridge connecting them question, have always been a major concern of mine. My own vision of the whole art thing as a magic key to open the closed doors of the mind and the soul, taking you into new territories that you never imagined there, like you are discovering yourself over and over again. For these reasons when I looked at the pencil drawings of that genius artist who I don’t know his name ( but honoured to share his drawings and paying my respects to) I found myself drowning in the world he created in them, lost in the meanings within the pulsating heart of these drawings. The artist was the lightning spark that set fire in the forests of my mind! Stormy feelings hit me, ideas keep flowing quietly like a lovely brook at times, madly like the ocean waves other times! Questions come and go away, I get indulged in many dialogues with myself, and what I am doing here is letting my questions and my inner dialogues outside. Hmm, like a mirror system it feels, the drawings were like a mirror reflecting my thoughts, my thoughts were another mirror reflecting the secrets of the earth, those hiding within the corners of the streets in Paris, and inside the far monk’s cottage over the Tibet Hills! Those secrets praying in the mosques, temples, churches, and dancing in the night clubs of Amsterdam! Those secrets flying with the wind over the deserts, and travelling with the waves of the oceans! The human soul, like the purest lake which reflects the whole truth, it just needs to be quiet enough and its surface is the perfect mirror, but how does it calm down is actually a matter of individual variability. For me, it is the Goddess Feet, the sacred Feminine is what calms my own lake!!!

So strong his body is, his muscles look like the mountains rocks, so fragile her body is like a flower, like the summer grass!
So weak he is in his strength, so strong she is in her weakness! The mountain is bending, kneeling down before the Rose! The sacred beauty is shining, and out of her fragile existence, an infinite power radiates everywhere cracking the rocks of the mountain, and bringing him down in her divine presence! Kneeling down worshipping the beauty that resides within, touching the feet of the truth that shines inside her! Watching himself in the mirror of her being, not knowing whether it’s her or himself he is worshipping, with his will lost in hers, his thoughts revolving around her, and his body going deep down below her! He can’t resist anymore with the claws of her beauty scratching deep inside him, he can no more recognize the lines defining his being from hers, like he just became her extension, like she is the origin, the beginning, and the end! In her presence, the place disappears, and the time stops, and he just kneels. In her presence the mind surrenders to her irrational logic, the body aches for its origin, and the soul worships in utter silence, in repose!

Many people find it hard to understand how possibly could sexuality open the closed gates of the soul, and personally I find it hard to understand how possibly could some people be so blind to see it! The body is the house, and the soul resides within, but the human race has always been fond of running away, escaping! Like everybody I have always been escaping, but I’d escape to the inside rather than the outside! Escaping to the inside, looking for the point where there is utter peace and understanding! Escaping to the inside is equally dangerous like escaping to the outside, and like you may be lost in the great Kalahari deserts, you may be lost in the great deserts of your mind, but that is the only way I can see, the only genuine way for me, a destiny may be!

I can imagine that some of you might find it weird for me to keep shifting back and forth between the sexual impressions in these wonderful drawings, and some cosmic/spiritual feelings, and that is something I want to explain from my own perspective. If you are a fan of far eastern philosophies and mythology, you must be familiar with the 7 bodies of man, from the physical and etheric bodies, to the divine body ( the state of Nirvana ), and if you are not familiar with this stuff, then let’s just say, it is a school of thought which states that Man has 7 levels of existence, or 7 levels of awareness and by that they mean something like the simple understanding of the average person who knows he has a body, a mind and emotions and different components composing him and defining his presence, it is something similar to this. So, back to my shifting thing, I believe that art brings these apparently separate, solid levels of awareness into a more liquid state in which you can move freely between your different bodies, diving down into your deepest instincts, and floating up on the surface of your divine truth! It gives you the freedom to dig inside your earthy nature, and fly in the open skies of the meaning, experiencing impulses coming from your different levels of awareness, revealing all sides of the truth from its earthy shape and all the way up to its pure divine form!

Like a star lighting a winter night she is, descending from her heaven all the way down to him, approaching him as he waits for her on his knees. Her heavenly touch quenching his thirst, her lips answering his prayers with a kiss that is more beautiful than life itself! Her eyes pushing his mind into a deep trance where everything vanishes, and only She does remain!
She, who knows, lays down on the flowers of life. He, who believes, buries his face in her legs, smelling the essence of life in them! She, who knows, blesses him with her looks, and he, who believes, shrinks before her look sticking more to her heavenly legs!
With her infinite power encircling him, with her feminine grace invading his being, She stands in glory, and he starts to feel alive! He drowns more in the trance She ordered him into, and he worships her twice! First for the Goddess She is, he worships her, second, as a thank you for the life she gives him! At her feet, he worships, and along them he climbs to heaven!

Sometimes it is hard to define the fine line separating the facts and the dreams, the symbol and the truth! Sometimes everything just mixes with everything, and you can never know if you are talking, dreaming, or hallucinating!!

Her Wild Stallion