I am thinking about how art emerges while I am on retreats, as I work on a piece designed at the Jesuit Center months ago. This past weekend I entered silence and left with five designs for commissions. While there I read some poems by Hafiz over and over. This one spoke to me as I tried to be still ~
Just
sit there right now.
Don't do a thing. Just rest.
For your
separation from God
is the hardest work in this world.
Let me bring you trays of food and something
that you like to
drink.
You can use my soft words
as a cushion
for your
head.
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that must be a most wonderful place to go.
ReplyDeleteNance ~ in so many ways, including some joyful staff who help to feed me and brighten my days with their smiles.
DeleteSoft words are what's needed more than ever, it seems. Lovely piece of work, Mr. S.
ReplyDeleteWalker ~ yes, my words can be a bit hard at times.
DeleteBeing silent and still is so hard. I have to have something to read, watch, or write or my brain spins out of control.
ReplyDeleteJocelyn ~ yes indeed. Stillness can come during movement
DeleteI'm glad inspiration came to you. Silence can be the best vehicle for that it seems to me.
ReplyDeleteI know people (like my husband or my sister) who seem to be creative even with loud music blaring. Me, no. Give me quiet so I can think. Funny how we're all wired differently.
I like the blue letters in Wisdom.
Wendy ~ I often have jazz plaing while being creative, but not loud.
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