life

amateur artwork

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Dreaming Reality, clay sculpture

– self as conceived at dawn in a blessed dream  –

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Sublime Ascension, acrylic on canvas

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Heart’s Palette, water colours on paper 

– birthday card for a beloved soul in London with colours I wished his life to be flooded with –

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Blossoming Spirit, water colours on paper

painting for a beautiful soul and friend in London who happens to love flowers –

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Whirling Ecstasy, water colours on paper

– painting for an artist  and dear friend in New York who shares a love for whirling dervishes –

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Sufi Call, water colours on paper

– painting for a dear friend and sufi lover in India, a birthday gift –

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heart’s wish

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times may change
years may pass
may my heart find peace
only in things that last

at the end of the day
at the end of my life
may it only be meaningful things
for which I strive

may I never be misunderstood
or cause someone pain
may only clarity, selfless love
pulsate through my veins

people might change
they might want to come and go
but when the time is right
just make it easier for me to let go

through this journey, through this life
its your love and light I ask
innocence of a child
kindness in this heart

it is not one less year of this life
it is one year closer to You
in everything I seek, believe and do
may I only appease You

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ambrosial nectar

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blessed are the moments when I am closer to you,
one with your song, neither you nor I remain

imbued in your fragrance, I leap forward to lose myself
to quench this unknown yet familiar thirst,
oh may it consume every little bit of me.

divine is that moment when your eternal peace sinks in
giving me sparkle wings and pouring down my soul,
it liberates me from this body
in no time I soar to heights beyond any wildest imagination

you ask why I await these moments with such eagerness
my dearest, who doesn’t want to feel alive
when they have been face to face with death at such a tender age
who doesn’t want to get a taste of what it feels like
to burn in the memory of their Beloved?
and isn’t the grass greener where it rains

love-crazed is my state, when this soul cries out to you
drenched in sweet-surrender,
and tending to an inner bud aspiring for a full bloom,
it desires nothing .. but the light of your sheer Presence