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Three Butterflies
Once up on a time
There where three peculiar butterflies
Their peculiarity was in their fantasies about the flames
The fantasies where old taboos
That had been forbidden to even think about
“Fire worship is the fate of barbaric moths,
we are the beauty itself
no need to become beautiful in the light of fire,
we are the most sophisticated manifestation of ecstatic;
the chosen one,
to be adore and admire
to be loved.
We are the beloved,
not driven by the gaze of flames,
it is us that awake passion
we need no awakening nor flames”
So was the mantra their parents whisper in their ears each night to bring them in to sleep.
Then it came this day,
They saw a light
and the light was shining in another way
It was not like the daylight, the colour of the sun
Nor was it the reflection the midnight moon
The light was golden like the crown of the king
It was orange like the desert of Indian midland
And deep blue like the tropical oceans
Where the dolphins came to sing
It was a gentle like
A singular light
Silent and solid
Yet
dancing and turning
subtle
to left and right
It was a candlelight
One of the butterflies said:
“Oh I am in love with this gentle light
It warms my heart,
At last the fire captured me”
Yet the mantras of their parents came to her mind:
“this is the forbidden love!
Oh I am a sinner and
I will be punish,
God forgive me for this”
She said and turn away from the light
The other one got closer to the light
“This warmth is boiling me inside,
only light I see,
only heat I feel,
I am melting in this sensation
Let me make love to you candle
Let me hold you with my wings.”
And so he deed. The fire touched gently his little wings
“Oh no, I am burning,
You deceiver,
you barbaric lover,
What do you do to me?
This is then the reason why our folk warn us for love”, he said and flow away from the light.
The tired butterfly didn’t say a word;
Nothing to hear from it;
It was a moment of exertion,
From head to tail,
There was a presence,
It lengthen,
Soften and broaden it,
The whole manifestation
Then it jump in to the centre of candlelight
The fire burn it
First it became golden;
Then orange and then deep blue
It was all a sudden and then there was only light
Love&Respect,
Shervin
Mon, March 24, 2008 - 4:50 AM
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The Velvet Night
Don’t track the light in the shiny streets of desire
Don’t look for the beauty in the outward perfection
The exiled pain
is a gentle touch;
The most adorable tongue of passion
The Velvet Night
Waiting to unveiled
Be aware
Splendid is the dark-light
Believe in this tale . . .
Love&Respect
Shervin
Sun, March 23, 2008 - 6:35 AM
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Come & Cut my head off
There is a tie in my head
I know
and I realize,
the way
to free this mind
is to lose the head
There is a cramp in my heart
I feel
in each inhalation
and
in all exhalations
and I am aware
a sharp arrow is the liberation
so come to me
cut this head off
but cut it tender and soft
So come to me
and penetrate
your poisoned arrow
deep in this chest
search slowly for my heart
but push the arrow with passion
do it with ecstasy and in joy
Shervin February 24 2008
Sun, February 24, 2008 - 2:40 PM
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A very dear tribe friend send me the following music fragments asking me to listen without prejudice and let her know what these fragments brings up in me. I would like to share the fragments and my feeling about with all you dear friends. Listen first before you read my reflection please. I would like to hear your reflection and emotions on this very much.
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With love&respect,
Shervin
My reflection
To me, these three pieces are complimentary.
The first one is a call to the heaven, it make me rise my arms, I hold my hand palms toward sky and call my celestial parents. It s the call of return to my heavenly origin.
The second one bring my heart in its archetypical rhythm, my chest open up, my shoulders goes down there is space in my ribcage for the real proportion of love and the pain of love
My heart goes adventurous ready to risk the killing love. It is a call to burn in longing.
The third one is sensual, erotic ecstasy streaming to my sex organs, I feel the heat. It is an ages old call for a man flowing in de earth and body of a woman . . .
I cannot review the quality of Enigma’s music. I am not a a musician nor educated for that. What I know is that there is this old ritualistic sensuality in it. The wisdom of buddy organs and the celestial organs of human being. It is, if you like, the music of chakras and the soul streaming in between.
Love,
Shervin
Divine penetration
Feel the wind touch gently your sensual locks
And the sun gives the golden kisses to them
Hear the rhythm love’s footsteps
This time
It is your turn
The cadence of universe is immortal
So is the ebb and flow
The birds make love in spring
And the human being reaches the moment of reborn
Only in autumn of his life
The autumn is arriving
And see how restless I am
How to die?
And how to live
Again
All the hiding places
and endless thoughts
are useless
How to die?
And how to reborn?
I do not know,
Yet there is this immanent love in me
This unbearable longing to penetrate you
The mountain
that my life form is
Need to explore the universe of your fertile body
I am
Volcanic
Allow my boiling longing
Get in to you
Burn you
Feel the fire of love
I do not know,
How to become
And what to become
I do feel this existential need
To burn you
So open up to this divine penetration
For this is not desire or instinct driven
This is the endless love
singing this time with the colour of my melodies
And when she would leave me
- And she will -
I will be a silent mountain again
So open up to this divine penetration
And remember the very first moment of your pregnancy
For this seed is not made by my body
but has been circulating in the celestial consciousness
in de endless ocean of love
Just to reach the Island of your soundless desires,
This time
It’s your turn
So open up to this divine penetration
And let your body give borne to the lovechild
For now and for ever
The only reason
And the only cause of existence
Of the material world
Let the human being encounter,
Again,
With his mythical origin
And let them bow to you
And weep for the destiny of love and the lovechild
For they know:
the volcanic mountain soon will get back to the silence
And they know:
they will crucify the lovechild once again
as predestined as they are
So open up to this divine penetration
yet be aware the fruit of this passionate act
your lovechild
is celestial
and soon will get back to his heavenly homeland
again
Thu, December 27, 2007 - 7:06 AM
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New York Notes by Shervin
Chapter 3 Secrets of Sufism
Promised Land (to Mnemosyne)
There is promised land in all of us
There is a fertile ground within
Yet we needed to search with-out
For years
To arrive
Vast distances we put behind
Different hearts
We examine
Different tongues
We hear
Before we enter
inside
There is joy out there,
Yes there is,
There is passion
And in being everymen’s lover,
Yes there is,
There is genuine love out there,
Oh yes,
so much love
Yet, we will move on
say good by
and farewell
once more
and each time
we are nomadic from within
Then,
One dark night
There will be this infinite silence,
It will awake you,
You will look in the sky,
You will look in the mirror
And the night will comfort you,
And you will seat on the ground,
And you will closed your eyes,
They had seen so many
They had seen so much,
You go back to your origin
The dark gap everything started with
In that space
you will find comfort
And a smile will come to your lips
And you feel your body grows in the dark,
And your feel that your legs go under the surface
And your arms reach the sky
You will become fertile
You flourish
You are fruitful
You are holding the ground
Your arms are moving with the wind
You feel playful
And you send
Sensual kisses to the heaven
Then,
Your eyes will open up
They will see the sky
The ceremony of stars flare
And then they look down,
They see the dark wealthy ground
your surrounding,
The see the beautiful fruits your body brings up
And they will see
that you are grounded next to this deep blue lake
It is looking at you,
The lake,
It is,
Reflecting you
And in this reflection
you see love and tenderness
And a tear will fall to your left cheek,
And the reflection of the tear in the lake
will become a pearl
Then you know,
Then you are,
You become
The promise land.
about me
This is love: to fly to heaven, every moment to rend a hundred veils;
At first instance, to break away from breath -- first step, to renounce feet;
To disregard this world, to see only that which you yourself have seen6 to see only that which you yourself have seen" -- Nicholson's version is "(not to see your own eye) whence all objects derive their unreal existence..
I said, "Heart, congratulations on entering the circle of lovers,
"On gazing beyond the range of the eye, on running into the alley of the breasts."
Whence came this breath, O heart? Whence came this throbbing, O heart?
Bird, speak the tongue of birds: I can heed your cipher!
The heart said, "I was in the factory whilst the home of water and clay was abaking.
"I was flying from the workshop whilst the workshop was being created.
"When I could no more resist, they dragged me; how shall I
tell the manner of that dragging?"
New York Notes
Chapter 3
Secrets of Sufism
(Darshan the belly dancer)
Say No
If you desire dance
Just say “No”
If you desire
- the motion of -
duality
Just say “No”
If you dream eternity
Just say “No”
How to become?
Just say “No”
How to believe?
Just say “No”
How to flow?
Just say “No”
Look
through the surface of the sea
And say “No”
Listen
beyond words
And say “No”
Feel,
from within,
And say “No”
No-thing
No-where
No-body
Detach to become
Denial to devote
Destroy to defeat
Put the ordinary behind
Put the form behind
Put the beauty behind
The miracle comes to view
The nature,
appears,
The love surrounds you
Say “No”
Yet, in a secret phrase
Say “No”, with a hidden tongue
Say “La”
Like my masters did
Exhale “La”
- Exhale as a genuine beast, we are no little birds! -
And the sacred inhalation will get to you
Say “La” and make the sign,
Draw “La” as I will teach you
Remember,
your left hand is your magicians mark
Bring the right shoulder
The fever of the mystic hand
Stay there
Feel the silence capturing you
Let the hand slip down,
As it desires
Bring it
By a subtle wave
to the left side of your belly,
Inhale and move the hand
all the way
to the right side of the belly,
Feel the inner motion of divinity,
When you are there,
your are on your way
Let the hand waving up to the yearning heart
Let divine touch the nostalgic spirit
Touch and dive then to the sky,
Up with the hand and breathe out: “LA”
Three butterflies
(blog entry)
Three Butterflies
Once up on a time
There where three peculiar butterflies
Their peculiarity was in their fantasies about the flames
The fantasies where old taboos
That had been forbidden to even think about
“Fire worship is the fate o...
read more
The Velvet Night
(blog entry)
The Velvet Night
Don’t track the light in the shiny streets of desire
Don’t look for the beauty in the outward perfection
The exiled pain
is a gentle touch;
The most adorable tongue of passion
The Velvet Night
Waiting to unveiled
...
read more
Come & Cut my head off
(blog entry)
Come & Cut my head off
There is a tie in my head
I know
and I realize,
the way
to free this mind
is to lose the head
There is a cramp in my heart
I feel
in each inhalation
and
in all exhalations
and I am aware
a sharp arrow is t...
read more
listen, watch and let know
(blog entry)
A very dear tribe friend send me the following music fragments asking me to listen without prejudice and let her know what these fragments brings up in me. I would like to share the fragments and my feeling about with all you dear friends. Listen ...
read more
Divine Penetration
(blog entry)
Divine penetration
Feel the wind touch gently your sensual locks
And the sun gives the golden kisses to them
Hear the rhythm love’s footsteps
This time
It is your turn
The cadence of universe is immortal
So is the ebb and flow
Th...
read more
mystic festival the Rumi edition
( events » live music ) come let the hearts dance danc dance . . . .
www.mysticfestival.nl
event starts Sunday, December 2, 2007 - 10:00 AM
RETURN Simurgh’s song
(blog entry)
RETURN Simurgh’s song
The time has come
To fly again
The horizon is bleeding,
Spin up!
To the sky again
Recall your wings
And they will return
The sun has been hidden
Weep loud!
Let her shine again
The Darkness not meant to sl...
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Light Upon Light
(blog entry)
The light Upon light
Secret is the song that turned the birds on
To search for Simorgh* in Far East
and far beyond
Secret is the image Farhad glimpsed
That brought hem the dance, the rapture
That he engraved Shirins name on the Rock
...
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Two Wings
(blog entry)
Two Wings
Forgive me,
I am searching,
Forgive my desperation
It is the pain of separation
This is the song of my life story
The longing of sing is the mystery
Any one who is been in pain
Look for people to hear his rhyme
Each dar...
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