Music From India – Hazrat Inayat Khan
Music from India – Hazrat Inayat Khan. North Indian classical music.
Hazrat Inayat Khan (Urdu: عنایت خان ) (July 5, 1882 – February 5, 1927) was the founder of The Sufi Order in the West in 1914 (London) and teacher of Universal Sufism. He initially came to the West as a Northern Indian classical musician, having received the honorific “Tansen” from the Nizam of Hyderabad, but he soon turned to the introduction and transmission of Sufi thought and practice. Later, in 1923, the Sufi Order of the London period was dissolved into a new organization, formed under Swiss law, called the “International Sufi Movement”. His message of divine unity (Tawhid) focused on the themes of love, harmony and beauty. He taught that blind adherence to any book rendered religion void of spirit. Branches of Inayat Khan’s movement can be found in the Netherlands, France, England, Germany, the United States, Canada, Russia and Australia. ( Wiki )
Images For Android Phones: To Each Expression Of Love A Flower
in your garden
– through spring
where you sustain
all things
like the flower
in bloom
– for only
forever
Nothing You Ever Do Is Collected In One Moment (A Two Worlds Collide Remix)
Perfection can be found over time when you follow your instincts….
Two worlds collide
Something other than remaining…
I often wonder when a work of art is finished. What defines a piece as being complete; needing no further creative intervention on the part of the artist? Perhaps nothing (completion) is ever collected in one moment. If as artists, we seek to embrace the process, then it is possible that perfection is truly the antithesis to what we hope to accomplish; the creation of great art, the connection with self, and the freedom to allow instinct to govern.
Instinct is a mystery. It has no ending. No point at which it is defined.
When I create a work of art, I first view it as a part of a whole. That whole being one that is infinite.
– A life time of creating.
That which is the part of a whole, only serves to contribute to a never-ending journey; the idea of nurturing the creative instinct that lies within the realm of the visceral. While at times abandoning conscious decision-making.
Sometimes it serves us well to know that the perfection that is born of one’s decision, is not the perfection that is found over time …
In the end trust in the mystery….
Images For Android Phones: After Digital Art What’s Next
32 bit
Data
Paintings
Color
RAM
Pixels
Art
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Images For Android Phones: We’re At A Gallery With Another Distinct World In A Frame
rushing to make
a first friday night
someone’s art
– and
someone’s poem
in a distinct
world
all their own
Images For Android Phones: Post Canvas and Paint (A Pop-Art Remix)
An abstract form of art becomes a pop-art form of art becomes a post canvas and paint form of art becomes a digital form of art….
What’s next?
A Spark Of Life Revealing Itself
The patterned floor of my imagination led me to the light…
Moving towards the light from places unknown
like a maze
– it felt
when i walked
toward myself
and
into the light
Images For Android Phones: The Abandoned House And The Darkness Of My Room
across the street
their memories abandoned
the years in view
slipping away
fading to and fro
weathered by the storms
and dreams
long since gone
Images For Android Phones: The House On The Corner
it was a house
not un-like
the others
decaying
dying
without a word
of remembrance
I have read and re-read this beautiful and haunting poem by one of my favorite poets. Ina.
Sometimes a day won’t really come at all,
you saw the new light but it sticks in the curtain.
To get something done, you are numb and unable.
No weather this day, grey lingers till dusk,
no hour is set for food on the table.
What happens to days that won’t come to life,
that make us believe that nothing is certain
that stay far away from the calendar pages
and will not be mentioned in history books,
not remembered or mentioned for ever, for ages?
It is in those days that poetry lives
in seclusion, unnoticed by all that makes sense
it sits in easy chairs, waiting for the right word,
or better thoughts, taking its time as daylight won’t come
and hours pass without a sound is heard.
As on those days of oblivion, lines are arranged
to sentences escaped from thoughts, intense
and from the blood, the…
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Images For Android Phones: New Landscapes – Who Are We
how strange a question
the film provides
a search for who we are
beyond the stars
– prometheus
Images For Android Phones: The Point In Pop-Art
drinking … a coke
stencil … spray paint
and colored pencil in hand
visiting NYC
seeing marilyn
and talking with jean michel
– basquiat
and wondering
where in the world
andy
warhol
has gone … without me
Images For Android Phones: New Landscapes – 06.07.12
it’s raining outside
– like colors
and things
with shapes
i haven’t seen
Weekly Photo Challenge: Today 02
Another photograph from today’s visit to the animal park Hollywild. It’s feeding time.
Weekly Photo Challenge: Today
A visit to the wild-life park Hollywild in South Carolina. A showcase of beautiful animals.
A Post Written With Random Thoughts
Sometimes a post is worth less than a thousand words….
A random image for random thoughts
It is a struggle sometimes to keep up with the pace of life. Better to find a moment of peace. I often think about things too much. For too long. Finding only temporary distraction when I am far too busy. Doing almost nothing of any true importance. Like discovering an insignificant place in time. Is it me, I seek to know? Or a vision of something that holds me captive? It is, perhaps (on a good day) all about waking to the dream that belongs to someone else. Feeling something. Something amiss in my own interpretation. Somewhere in the lost-not-found.
And then…
Feeling a strong sense of delight. In awe. The things inescapable. Like the beauty of a rising sun, an intrepid step, or a moon-filled night.
Then there is of course the consequence of not following the plan. Any plan. Failing to listen to destiny. My destiny.
And now…
It feels like I’ve just begun to say something….
The City Series: First Published Book
I just received the first copy of my self-published book: n e w d i g i t a l s c a p e s – art for posts: the city series. It is a 20 page volume of art, prose and poetry. The print quality is very good. And I am pleased with the final product.
The Waking Dream That Brings Such Beautiful Light
Sometimes it only takes a moment to feel a dream has something to say….
The waking dream in the morning light
a soft moment …
of transition
– sleeping in slumber
– waking in peace
an ethereal awareness
here
now
– in the present moment
centered
in an intuitive way
– to life
– to meaning
a very dreaming day …
I have to give all props to my friend AL B Ford for again capturing the wonderful flair and feel of Philadelphia. Northern Liberties is a great part of the city. Bohemian, artistic, industrious and full of life.
NORTHERN LIBERTIES | 2ND AND POPLAR STREETS
Night Market Philadelphia (because it’s a street market held at night) held it’s season opening event in Northern Liberties and as usual, since fall 2010 it’s a blast! You can always expect thousands of people participating in “queuing” up line to buy and sample some of the amazing food from 50 of the City’s coolest food vendors. The menu(s) includes the flavors of Japan, France Mexico, Italy, Korea, the Caribbean and more it’s a mouth watering and visual experience.
The Food Trust is the main sponsor of the Night Market Philadelphia roving street festival spotlighting our town’s best neighborhood restaurants and food trucks. There will be five (5) more Night Markets throughout the City this year the next one will be at 9th and Washington Avenue, Thursday, June 28th, 6-10pm.
FOR A COMPLETE VIEW OF ALL THE IMAGES from this event please select…
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The Dream Struggling To Complete Itself (A Waking Dream Remix)
Sometimes a dream no longer has words to say….
The darkest of dreams shed some light
It only takes a moment
– to know
a dream has nothing more to say….
When A Waking Dream Can No Longer Speak In Words
The moment I awoke I knew the dream would end in silence…
Sometimes in the waking a dream can no longer speak
the dream awoke …
with a stutter and a stir
it tried to find
in my mind
words to complete
a story unfolding
– boldly
in slumber
in death
a sleep with an end
and a dream
– with words
unable to speak …
– a dream struggling to complete itself
A very nice piece in abstract art from Povsuduvolosy.
Images For Android Phones: A Light Inside My Dream – A Shadow Inside My Mind
the film reel shatters
tape askew-ed
my shadow collects
– the remains
and now…
inside the movie
of my mind
an ending light
so hard to find
and then…
in the
– dark
a light
that fades
as the credits roll
– in bliss-full
disdain
Images For Android Phones: The Dark Outside My Window
the film ends
no longer a starring role
outside my window
the darkness
is collecting its toll
are you there
feeling it’s unfair
– our lost
you have to bare
sitting there
– with empty seats
and
ending dreams
no starring role
here
just the things
we sometimes fear…
n e w d i g i t a l s c a p e s 