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I do not love you except because I love you;
I go from loving to not loving you,
From waiting to not waiting for you
My heart moves from cold to fire.
I love you only because it’s you the one I love;
I hate you deeply, and hating you
Bend to you, and the measure of my changing love for you
Is that I do not see you but love you blindly.
Maybe January light will consume
My heart with its cruel
Ray, stealing my key to true calm.
In this part of the story I am the one who
Dies, the only one, and I will die of love because I love you,
Because I love you, Love, in fire and blood.

PABLO NERUDA

 

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“Whatever you resist you become. If you resist anger, you are always angry. If you resist sadness, you are always sad. If you resist suffering, you are always suffering. If you resist confusion,you are always confused. We think that we resist certain states because they are there, but actually they are there because we resist them.”
— Adyashanti

wtaercolor painting  by azhykma

wtaercolor painting by azhykma

A LEGEND OF THE IGIL
A long time ago there was Ösküs-ool, who lived with his aged father and whose entire wealth consisted of three goats. Early in the spring, one of the noyon old mares foaled and died of exhaustion. The noyon ordered the foal to be taken to the steppe and thrown to the wolves, saying that losing one foal wasn’t going to make him poor. Ösküs-ool took pity on the foal, taking him as his own and feeding him on the milk of his own goats. The foal grew up to be a wonderful grey racer with a white star on his head. In the races Ösküs-ool’s horse began to beat all the noyon’s horses and won fame throughout Tuva. Out of hatred and spite the noyon ordered his men to kill Ösküs-ool’s horse, and they drove her over a high cliff.

Ösküs-ool, not finding his beloved horse anywhere, passed out from fatigue, dreaming of his horse who spoke to him with human voice. ” You will find my remains at the bottom of great cliff. Hang my skull on an old larch tree, the wood of which you will use to make musical instrument, and its face ill be the skin of my muzzle, and its strings will be of the hair of my tail. When you begin to play on this instrument, my double will come to you from the upper( heavenly ) kingdom.” Ösküs-ool did all this as his horse had said in the dream and began to play. He remembered his horse, how was a small little foal and how they played together, he remembered how they won the races, and he played and wept, and it was as if the instrument wept together with him. Ösküs-ool become angry thinking of the evil noyon, and all of his longing and anger found reflection in his playing, and that’s why it is said that the igil is such a complex instrument, with such great expressive possibilities.

Öksüs-ool played for a long time, and the people listened for a long time and laughed and cried together with him as they listened. Suddenly on top of a high mountain the clouds parted and there came down from the heavens a beautiful grey foal – an exact copy of his horse, and he wasn’t alone but with him was an entire herd of black and white horses.

From them on, so they say, Tuvans do not throw the skull of a horse on the ground, but always hang it on a tree. This tradition was strongly preserved in Tuva until the 40s.

Konstantin Khlynov

The music of Altai Kai exudes the energy and mystery of a snow-capped mountainous homeland in which powerful spirits need to be brought on side in order for herders and hunters to survive. By combining kai (‘throat-singing’ whereby a single performer creates a melody fattened by spectral overtones) and traditional instruments (horse-hair fiddles, lutes, jaw’s harps, end-blown pipes and shamanic drum) with their own song-writing, this prize-winning six-piece group evokes the mythology, beliefs and everyday ambience of the sacred ‘golden’ Altai Mountains of southern Siberia.

Paul Pena played blues with the greats T-Bone Walker, B.B. King, and Bonnie Raitt. In 1995, the blind bluesman became the first American ever to compete in an unusual contest of multi-harmonic “throatsinging.”

The Autonomous Republic of Tuva, wedged between Siberia and Mongolia, for centuries has been isolated from the rest of the world by jagged mountains and Soviet restrictions. Only recently have the Tuvan art form of throatsinging become known to outsiders.

Pena discovered Tuvan throatsinging on a shortwave program of Radio Moscow twelve years ago. Multiple voices emanated from a single vocalist and the sounds gripped him like nothing he had ever heard. For the next nine years he worked to produce similar overtones with his own voice and to incorporate throatsinging into his blues music.

Unexpectedly in 1993, Pena discovered that Tuvan throatsingers were on their first concert tour of the U.S.. After their performance, the deep-voiced bluesman broke into his own self-taught style of throatsinging and serenaded the musicians with Tuvan traditional songs! The throatsingers were amazed by Pena’s mastery of the Tuvan art form and likened his rich voice to the sounds of tremors in the earth. They insisted that “Chershemjer” (Earthquake) travel to Tuva for the next tri-ennial throatsinging contest which would be held in 1995.

Eleven years after he first heard throat singing, Paul Pena entered the National Theatre of Tuva to make history. The blind bluseman’s performance was so well received, he became the 1995 throatsinging champion in the style of kargyraa. He also captured the “audience favorite” award for the week-long competition. The Tuvan people had never seen or heard anyone like him.

Pena was honored by the Tuvan people, not only because he mastered kargyraa, but he also learned to speak their language. His friendship flourished with Kongar-ol Ondar, the throatsinging champion who had invited Pena three years earlier. Ondar hosted Pena as the bluesman experienced the country he once believed he would never visit.

“Genghis Blues” is a film about exploration and friendship. It is the story of a man whose struggle in life is not defined by conformity and rules but by an unquenchable curiosity, and love of music. Pena’s story is truly an inspiration to all.

www.genghisblues.com

Art of Tea

“The ‘art of tea’ is a spiritual force for us to share.”

~ Alexandra Stoddard

watercolor on paper - teapot

watercolor on paper – teapot

HIDDEN MUSIC by RUMİ

You are searching the world for
treasure but the real treasure is
yourself. If you are tempted by
bread, you will find only bread.
What you seek for you become.

Your earthly lover can be very
charming and coquettish but never
very faithful. The true lover is the
one who on your final day
opens a thousand doors.

watercolor on paper by azhykmaa

watercolor on paper by azhykmaa

“Love means to reach for the sky
and with every breath to tear a
hundred veils. Love means to step
away from the ego, to open the eyes
of inner vision and not to take this
world so seriously”
~ Rumi

watercolor - selfportrait

watercolor – selfportrait

“True art awakens the
Extraordinary
Ovation”

~ Hafez

watercolor on paper - selfportrait

watercolor on paper – selfportrait

“Because you are alive, everything is possible.”
― Thích Nhất Hạnh

watercolor on paper-selfportrait-everything is possible

watercolor on paper-selfportrait-everything is possible

Your body is away from me
But there is a window open
from my heart to yours.
From this window, like the moon
I keep sending news secretly.
~Rumi

watercolor on paper-selfportrait

watercolor on paper-selfportrait

POUR FAIRE LE PORTRAIT D’UN OISEAU

Peindre d’abord une cage
avec une porte ouverte
peindre ensuite
quelque chose de joli
quelque chose de simple
quelque chose de beau
quelque chose d’utile
pour l’oiseau
placer ensuite la toile contre un arbre
dans un jardin
dans un bois
ou dans une forêt
se cacher derrière l’arbre
sans rien dire
sans bouger…
Parfois l’oiseau arrive vite
mais il peut aussi bien mettre de longues années
avant de se décider
Ne pas se décourager
attendre
attendre s’il le faut pendant des années
la vitesse ou la lenteur de l’arrivée de l’oiseau
n’ayant aucun rapport
avec la réussite du tableau
Quand l’oiseau arrive
s’il arrive
observer le plus profond silence
attendre que l’oiseau entre dans la cage
et quand il est entré
fermer doucement la porte avec le pinceau
puis
effacer un à un les barreaux
en ayant soin de ne toucher aucune des plumes de l’oiseau
Faire ensuite le portrait de l’arbre
en choisissant la plus belle de ses branches
pour l’oiseau
peindre aussi le vert feuillage et la fraîcheur du vent
la poussière du soleil
et le bruit des bêtes de l’herbe dans la chaleur de l’été
et puis attendre que l’oiseau se décide à chanter
Si l’oiseau ne chante pas
c’est mauvais signe
signe que le tableau est mauvais
mais s’il chante c’est bon signe
signe que vous pouvez signer
Alors vous arrachez tout doucement
une des plumes de l’oiseau
et vous écrivez votre nom dans un coin du tableau.
Jacques Prévert

soft pastel-pour faire le portrait d'un oiseau

soft pastel-pour faire le portrait d’un oiseau

I have sent you my invitation, the note inscribed on the palm of my hand by the fire of living. Don’t jump up and shout, “Yes, this is what I want! Let’s do it!” Just stand up quietly and dance with me.

Show me how you follow your deepest desires, spiralling down into the ache within the ache. And I will show you how I reach inward and open outward to feel the kiss of the Mystery, sweet lips on my own, everyday.

Don’t tell me you want to hold the whole world in your heart. Show me how you turn away from making another wrong without abandoning yourself when you are hurt and afraid of being unloved.

Tell me a story of who you are,
And see who I am in the stories I am living. And together we will remember that each of us always has a choice.

Don’t tell me how wonderful things will be . . . some day. Show me you can risk being completely at peace, truly OK with the way things are right now in this moment, and again in the next and the next and the next. . .

I have heard enough warrior stories of heroic daring. Tell me how you crumble when you hit the wall, the place you cannot go beyond by the strength of your own will. What carries you to the other side of that wall, to the fragile beauty of your own humanness?

And after we have shown each other how we have set and kept the clear, healthy boundaries that help us live side by side with each other, let us risk remembering that we never stop silently loving those we once loved out loud.

Take me to the places on the earth that teach you how to dance, the places where you can risk letting the world break your heart. And I will take you to the places where the earth beneath my feet and the stars overhead make my heart whole again and again.

Show me how you take care of business without letting business determine who you are. When the children are fed but still the voices within and around us shout that soul’s desires have too high a price, let us remind each other that it is never about the money.

Show me how you offer to your people and the world the stories and the songs you want our children’s children to remember, and I will show you how I struggle not to change the world, but to love it.

Sit beside me in long moments of shared solitude, knowing both our absolute aloneness and our undeniable belonging. Dance with me in the silence and in the sound of small daily words, holding neither against me at the end of the day.

And when the sound of all the declarations of our sincerest intentions has died away on the wind, dance with me in the infinite pause before the next great inhale of the breath that is breathing us all into being, not filling the emptiness from the outside or from within.

Don’t say, “Yes!”
Just take my hand and dance with me.

Oriah Mountain Dreamer

watercolor on paper-wolf-the dance

watercolor on paper-wolf-the dance

Be empty of worrying…
Why do you stay in prison
when the door is so wide open?
Move outside the tangle of fear-thinking.
~Rumi

watercolor on paper-portrait-empty

watercolor on paper-portrait-empty

Try not to resist the changes that comes your way.
Instead let life live through you.
And do not worry that your life is turning upside down.
How do yo know that the side you are used to is better than the one to come?

– Shams of Tabrizi

watercolor on paper-portrait-resist

watercolor on paper-portrait-resist

Do not feel Lonely
The entire universe is inside you.
~Rumi

watercolor on paper-selfportrait-do not feel  lonely

watercolor on paper-selfportrait-do not feel lonely

Do not feel Lonely
The entire universe is inside you.
~Rumi

watercolor on paper-portrait-Do not feel Lonely

watercolor on paper-portrait-Do not feel Lonely

All night, a man called “God”
Until his lips were bleeding.
Then his Adversary said, “Hey! Mr Gullible!
… How comes you’ve been calling all night
And never once heard God say, “Here, I AM”?
You call out so earnestly and, in reply, what?
I’ll tell you what. Nothing!”
The man suddenly felt empty and abandoned.
Depressed, he threw himself on the ground
And fell into a deep sleep.
In a dream, he met an angel, who asked,
“Why are you regretting calling out to God?”
The man said, “ I called and called
But God never replied, “Here I AM.”
The Angel explained, “God has said,
“Your calling my name is My reply.
Your longing for Me is My message to you.
All your attempts to reach Me
Are in reality My attempts to reach you.
Your fear and love are a noose to catch Me.
In the silence surrounding every call of “God”
Waits a thousand replies of “Here I AM.”
~ Rumi

watercolor on paper-selfportrait-Your calling my name is My reply

watercolor on paper-selfportrait-Your calling my name is My reply

“Flow with whatever is happening
and let your mind be free.
Stay centered by accepting
whatever you are doing.
This is the ultimate.”

~ Chuang Tzu

watercolor on paper-selfportrait- let your mind be free

watercolor on paper-selfportrait- let your mind be free

Be empty of worrying…
Why do you stay in prison
when the door is so wide open?
Move outside the tangle of fear-thinking.

~Rumi

watercolor on paper-portrait-Why do you stay in prison

watercolor on paper-portrait-Why do you stay in prison

I long to escape the prison of my ego
and lose myself in you.

~ Rumi

watercolor on paper-portrait-lose myself in you

watercolor on paper-portrait-lose myself in you

This world is like a mountain.
Your echo depends on you.
If you scream good things,
the world will give it back.
If you scream bad things,
the world will give it back.
Even if someone speaks badly about you,
speak well about him.
Change your heart to change the world

~ Shams Tabrizi

watercolor on paper-selfportrait-Change your heart to change the world

watercolor on paper-selfportrait-Change your heart to change the world

Don’t let them think that we’ve broken down;
That we’ve cracked up.
We merely dropped leaves,
For a further spring.
~ Rumi

watercolor on paper-portrait -We merely dropped leaves

watercolor on paper-portrait -We merely dropped leaves

“A mountain keeps an echo deep inside. That’s how I hold your voice.”
~ Rumi

watercolor on paper-portrait

watercolor on paper-portrait

http://tyulyush.wordpress.com/

Ancient Tuvan Song “Boodey” (Sonnel) arranged in modern ambient style. Performed by Radik Tyulyush, famous tuvan singer, soloist Huun-Huur-Tu Group. Composed and arranged by Mapa (Alexey Ivanov), russian ethno-ambient composer, known for his work in the “Ivan Kupala” group. Video edited by Mapa from movie “Home” – director Yann Arthus-Bertrand.

“When you do things from your soul, you feel a river moving in you, a joy.”

~ Rumi

watercolor - water lilies - you feel a river moving in you, a joy

watercolor – water lilies – you feel a river moving in you, a joy

“Don’t search for heaven
and hell in the future.
Both are now present.
Whenever we manage to love
without expectations,
calculations,
negotiations,
we are indeed in heaven.
Whenever we fight,
hate, we are in hell.”

~ Shams-e-tabriz

watercolor - water lilies - Don’t search for heaven and hell in the future

watercolor – water lilies – Don’t search for heaven and hell in the future

“Raise your words, not voice. It is rain that grows flowers, not thunder.”

~ Rumi

watercolor - water lilies - It is rain that grows flowers, not thunder

watercolor – water lilies – It is rain that grows flowers, not thunder

“If you can’t smell the fragrance
don’t come into the garden of Love.
if you are unwilling to undress
don’t enter into the stream of
Truth. Stay where you are, don’t
come our way…”

~ Rumi

watercolor - selfportrait - the garden of Love

watercolor – selfportrait – the garden of Love

“Love means to reach for the sky
and with every breath to tear a
hundred veils. Love means to step
away from the ego, to open the eyes
of inner vision and not to take this
world so seriously”

~ Rumi

watercolor - selfportrait - Love means to reach for the sky

watercolor – selfportrait – Love means to reach for the sky

“Take my hand.
We will walk.
We will only walk.
We will enjoy our walk
without thinking of arriving anywhere.”

― Thích Nhất Hạnh

Watercolor - selfportrait - we will walk

Watercolor – selfportrait – we will walk

“Travel brings power and love back into your life.”

~ Rumi

Watercolor on paper - Travel

Watercolor on paper – Travel

“Si quieres lastimar a tus padres, y no tienes el valor de ser gay, lo menos que puedes hacer es convertirte en artista. No estoy bromeando. Las artes no son una manera de ganarse la vida. Son una forma muy humana de hacer la vida más soportable. Practicar un arte, no importa cuan bien o mal, es una forma de hacer crecer el alma. Cantar en la ducha. Bailar con la radio. Contar historias. Escribir un poema, aún un poema malo. Hazlo tan bien como puedas. Obtendrás una enorme recompensa. Habrás creado algo.”

~ Kurt Vonnegut, A Man Without a Country

“If you want to really hurt you parents, and you don’t have the nerve to be gay, the least you can do is go into the arts. I’m not kidding. The arts are not a way to make a living. They are a very human way of making life more bearable. Practicing an art, no matter how well or badly, is a way to make your soul grow, for heaven’s sake. Sing in the shower. Dance to the radio. Tell stories. Write a poem to a friend, even a lousy poem. Do it as well as you possible can. You will get an enormous reward. You will have created something.” ~ Kurt Vonnegut, A Man Without a Country

acuarela-autorretrato

acuarela-autorretrato

“As you start to walk out on the way, the way appears.”

~ Rumi

selfie-the way

selfie-the way

There is a morning inside you waiting to burst open into Light.

~Rumi

raindrops

Huun-Huur-Tu at Fantasy Studios, Berkeley, California.

“Music gives a soul to the universe, wings to the mind, flight to the imagination
and life to everything.”

― Plato

WONDERFUL VİDEO, I JUST LOVE THEM AND THEİR POWERFUL MUSİC!

“We are all connected. When you touch one thing, you are touching everything. Whatever we do has an effect on others. Therefore, we must learn to live mindfully to touch the peace inside each of us.

Peace in the world starts with peace in oneself. If everyone lives mindfully, everyone will be more healthy, feel more fulfilled in their daily lives and there will be more peace. This collective mindfulness can bring positive change to our families, organizations, communities, nations and future generations.”

~ Thich Nhat Hanh

Watercolor-France-Annecy-We are all connected

Watercolor-France-Annecy-We are all connected

“Wherever water flows,
life flourishes;
Wherever tears fall,
divine mercy is shown”

~Rumi

watercolor-selfportrait-wherever tears fall

watercolor-selfportrait-wherever tears fall

“Creativity is intelligence having fun.”

~Albert Einstein

Watercolor on paper-france-annecy-fun

Watercolor on paper-france-annecy-fun

“Some people feel the rain. Others just get wet.”
~Bob Marley

watercolor on paper-feel the rain

watercolor on paper-feel the rain

jOy!!

“Sometimes your joy is the source of your smile, but sometimes your smile can be the source of your joy.”

~ Thích Nhất Hạnh

watercolor-portrait-joy

watercolor-portrait-joy

“To be beautiful means to be yourself.
You don’t need to be accepted by others.
You need to accept yourself.
When you are born a lotus flower,
be a beautiful lotus flower,
don’t try to be a magnolia flower.
If you crave acceptance and recognition
and try to change yourself to fit
what other people want you to be,
you will suffer all your life.
True happiness and true power lie in understanding yourself, accepting yourself, having confidence in yourself.”

― Thích Nhất Hạnh, The Art of Power

watercolor-selfportrait-lotus

watercolor-selfportrait-lotus

“The most precious gift
we can offer others is our presence.
When mindfulness embraces those we love,
they will bloom like flowers.”

~ Thích Nhất Hạnh

Watercolor-Mixed-Media-Portrait

Watercolor-Mixed-Media-Portrait

The cosmos is filled with precious gems.
I want to offer a handful of them to you this morning.
Each moment you are alive is a gem,
shining through and containing earth and sky,
water and clouds.

It needs you to breathe gently
for the miracles to be displayed.
Suddenly you hear the birds singing,
the pines chanting,
see the flowers blooming,
the blue sky,
the white clouds,
the smile and the marvelous look
of your beloved.

You, the richest person on Earth,
who have been going around begging for a living,
stop being the destitute child.
Come back and claim your heritage.
We should enjoy our happiness
and offer it to everyone.
Cherish this very moment.
Let go of the stream of distress
and embrace life fully in your arms.

watercolor-portrait-our true heritage

watercolor-portrait-our true heritage

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