Rumi Week – Unique Experience Starting Soon with Experts & Scholars

Time to sign up for a unique experince on Mawlana Rumi, wisdom and the music of the soul July 20-25, 2015

In southern spain in a highly motivating environment, students can join in a full out  week-long program  through http://www.alqaria.org/?p=3087 

 
Rumi Week Rosales wt speakers for tw

 

Topics include:

  •  Introduction: Mawlānā, his times, works and legacy; poetry; Islam and Sufism.
  • The Inside Story: Reality, the nature, purpose and meaning of human existence.
  • Learning Wisdom: observing, reflecting and learning from this world.
  • Wayfarers’ Provisions; Remembrance, Uprightness, Fear, Hope, Knowledge.
  • The Stages of the Path: from Repentance to Transcendence
  • Film screening on Sufism (focused on Mawlana Rumi)
  • Reading from Fihi Ma Fihi.
  • Showing of photographs of authentic Mevlevi semas
  • Discussion about sema and meanings of clothes worn, music and movements

 

 

Poet Daniel Abdal-Hayy Moore’s latest ‘UNTIL THE VERY LAST BREATH’

Daniel Abdal-Hayy Moore’s work, heard and written  – a new poem   http://ecstaticxchange.com/2015/02/09/until-the-very-last-breath/   

When we look at death’s door it
looks like nothing at all

Blank and featureless
a serious expression on a featureless

face that could be gazing across
empty desert or a crowded room

at a dark frail flower limp on its
stem or a king propped up on his

ermine pillows surrounded by wives and viziers
or at a wall as blank as itself

in front of unfathomable space
full of indifferent planetary matter

whirling to its own music

a camel sleeping by a tent-flap
waiting to be mounted for a month’s trek

a plane smoothly gliding twelve hours homeward

a mortally sick pre-teen boisterously
chatting with ten best-friend schoolmates

a lone spider waiting too long on an
unprofitable web in a dusty under-populated

corner

This side of the door is the
only side of the door we can see

Centuries pass through the moment
and it remains the only

side we can see though before it in its
shady light and unambiguous atmosphere

huge ceremonies take place
and backwards celebrations with the

celebrants holding their breath

Oh ocean behind the door of true pure
silence

Ocean behind death’s door in us of true pure silence
by the shore of the living and most alive

daily ocean of silence

none of us alone for an instant
from your thralldom’s kingdom

have mercy on the little ones and the
afraid

You are God’s door in your
starry radiance

standing with no walls in
emptiness of space

each creature eyeing you with
fond hope and expectation

knowing the annals of your
complicated mythologies and your direct

irrefutable invitations

So many symphonies written to
woo you

so many choirs written to call up your
most sympathetic angels to soften the blow

so many doors for each one of us
erected in the stir and softness of

each one’s cosmos with their exact
particulars and names whispered or said out loud

God King of all this
King and Master of our allotted breaths

unmistakable recognition as the
door squeaks open a tiniest crack

and one sharp ray of Your Light pours out
even should we live many decades more

in perfect or in dubious health
our own bodies Your

death door behind which our
organs play their parts to the

best of their energies and according to
Your decree’s calculated speed

a lightning flash splatter shock above a
sleeping town

the irritable nose twitch on a
deeply hibernating bear

the first smile not from intestinal gas
on a new baby’s face

fairy lights over a meadow
bird flocks gathering in a spring

birdbath ten or twenty at a
time

time suddenly at the end of its
tether with no length left

Let the blast of Your sweet
Mercy never subside on all of us

one creature at a time
and all of us together

at once

Death’s door’s
silent smart momentary

ding dong bell

tart dewdrop
on our silent tongues

All’s well

 

About Daniel Abdal-Hayy Moore

Poet, artist, collagist, publisher, hoping to save a little bit of the world through ecstatic utterance… ordered in balanced lines and unpremeditated images…

On Islamic art, Writing & Poetry-Oasis Magazine interview

Interview on writing, poetry and  love for Islamic art – Journey of the Soul

 

 

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Online link to interview – Oasis article http://oasis-mag.blogspot.com/2013/09/journey-for-soul-with-nimah-nawwab.html?utm_source=dlvr.it&utm_medium=facebook

 

Foreword of Canvas of the Soul by Shems Friedlander

 

Breath is the essence of life. Drawing is the essence of painting. Typography is the essence of design. Poetry is the essence of literature.

Allah Hu Akbar     (Allah is the Greatest)

Allah Hu Akbar

The call to prayer reverberates over the desert sands and city streets of Saudi Arabia. In the desert the feeling of solitude and quiet, the blanket of stars in an ultramarine sky embraces prayer, while in the city the hustle and clanging of bells and horns, hawkers voices calling for business, requires another kind of dedication. Within the struggle of the traditional to merge with the modern stands the current dilemma of balancing life.  Jalaluddin Rumi, the thirteenth century Sufi poet and mystic said: “What kind of prayer is this, when my heart is in the mosque and my mind is in the bazaar.”

Ash-hadu an la ilaha illa’Llah

(I bear witness that there is nothing worthy of worship but Allah.)

Ash-hadu an la ilaha illa’Llah

Amidst the traditional and the modern, the desert and the city, the thobe and Gucci, emerges the poetic voice of Nimah Nawwab, born into the lineage of a family of scholars in Makkah.  Her poems remind us of the traditional, remind us to remember, remind us to invoke His Name, be it in solitude or in the marketplace.

Ash-hadu anna Muhammadan Rasool Allah

(I bear witness that Muhammad is the Messenger of Allah.)

Ash-hadu anna Muhammadan Rasool Allah

Nawwab has understood, and deftly relates through her poems, the love secreted beneath the skin of one’s own dreams and unkept promises. Promises written on the pages of the Book of Man. A constantly changing book that reveals its meaning according to the understanding of the reader.  Her poems unfold the living landscapes, the horizons that hold the signs spoken of in the [Koran] Qur’an. The calligraphy of the mountains dipping into the desert, the inkwell of God’s words, reflecting the signs before us into the secrets within the Book of Man. This book that has no beginning and no end; this book that is on loan to each and everyone, be they man, woman, or child.

Hayya ‘ala as-Salat, Hayya ‘ala as-Salat      (Hasten to Prayer) 

Hayya ‘ala as-Falah, Hayya ‘ala as-Falah      (Hasten to Success)

Nawwab’s poems speak of the light, the light upon the light, the light within the light, the LIGHT,  noorun ‘ala noor, the light on the palm of the Prophet Moses revealing the Name of God.  Her poems speak of the need to invoke His Name, to realize that every action begins with the hand, upon which is written His Names, so that we may complete the Book of Man, our purpose for being here.

  A Sufi sheikh likened prayer and its movements to the reading of the Book of Man. Read. One bows in humility. You are faced with your sins, and your head touches the ground. Allah’s greatness is acknowledged and you rise again. And again you are faced with the box of your actions and you bow and place your head to the ground. His Name is breathed and you stand upright.

Nawwab’s first published book of poems, “The Unfurling” includes pieces which have been translated into several languages and she became a voice for Arab youth and women. Hers was the first book by a Saudi poet to be published in the U.S.  Her interests reach farther than her words. They entwine theatre, music, photography and film. She is determined to invest Saudi youth with an understanding of their own culture, as well as being a bridge to western culture.

Canvas of the Soul: The Mystic Poems from the Heartland of Arabia,” addresses the balance of the inner freedom of one’s soul and poses questions of stability between a serene state and walking the tightrope of today’s rapidly changing society. Within these pages, scribbled with the inner thoughts of a concerned Arab woman, are seeds of a future being planted now.

Allah Hu Akbar, Allah Hu Akbar     (Allah is the Greatest)

La ilaha illa’Llah  (There is nothing worthy of worship but Allah)

La ilaha illa’Llah

 

Shems Friedlander

Shems Friedlander graduated from the Massachusetts College of Art in 1963 and since then has been prominent in the art world as a photographer, graphic designer, documentary filmmaker and painter. He is the author of nine books and his work has been exhibited worldwide. Friedlander teaches visual communications, drawing, painting and photography at the American University in Cairo.

 

Nightly Pilgrimage………….We go on a pilgrimage… every night..with the turning

“We go on a pilgrimage
every night
with the turning of the sailing stars
and the dawn of the day
the pilgrimage of the soul
tugs and pulls
in the Realm of Love”
excerpt from – Nightly Pilgrimage

 

Canvas of the Soul   Copyright by Nimah Ismail Nawwab

The poem 'Nightly Pilgrimage'  with artwork from Canvas of the Soul

The poem ‘Nightly Pilgrimage’ with artwork from Canvas of the Soul