The best way to love is to serve. Some satisfy their vanity by living, others by dying. Fishers of men have their net of sympathy. Sensation is a shadow of exaltation. The world's end comes with the breaking of the heart. Renounce the world before the world renounces you. The wicked world does not allow man's fine feelings to be cherished. When a loving heart manifests jealousy, it is like sweet milk turning sour. Love creates beauty by her own hands, to worship. Wisdom is the cream of intelligence. All learning becomes pale once divine knowledge begins to shine. A life of superficiality is lived as not lived. The spirit of man is the egg in which God is formed. The human heart is the womb from which the Lord is born. From the Sayings of Inayat Khan (Kindled words)
Sayings of Pir-o-Murshid Inayat Khan, BOULAS (Kindled words)
Tuning the heart could be compared to the tuning of string instruments, where the strings are stretched to a chosen pitch. However, the tuning of the human heart is incomparably more delicate because the pitch to which it must be tuned is an inner pitch, which is only heard when the doors of the heart are open and the mysterious absence of the self miraculously reveals the silent tone within. Hidayat Inayat-Khan
"Love is the song of the heart, expressing an inner longing to reveal itself, while at the same time being bewildered by the fascination of the response encountered”.
“Harmony is a situation where impulses of contrary natures fit together, and each party resigns from preconceived ideas”.
“Beauty is a mystical power of attraction, inspiring the admirer, who evaluates inasmuch as the sense of appreciation is awakened”.
Mozart Violin & Piano Sonata No. 28 in E flat major K380 (dedicated to Josepha Auernhammer)
Sayings of Pir-o-Murshid Inayat Khan
Tuning into the frequency of natural world
On the theme of the transformation of consciousness, David Bohm suggests that an intense heightening of individuals who have shaken off the “pollution of the ages” (wrong worldviews that propagate ignorance or distorted expressions of consciousness – David Icke), who come into close and trusting relationship with one another, can begin to generate the immense power needed to ignite the whole consciousness of the world. In the depths of the Implicate Order, there is a “consciousness, deep down–of the whole of mankind.”
By tuning into the frequency of natural world (animals, plants, trees, the stars, the Sun, the water, the wind, and the land) a most profound change in consciousness begins to take place. As the fog of amnesia disperses, You start to get in touch with yourself and there is a transformation in your relationship to other species, and in your commitment to them
Conscience is like a guest, a noble guest who comes to your house and you don’t recognize him. You make him very uncomfortable, because he is a very sensitive guest, and because you don’t recognize him you behave in front of him in a way that’s very painful to him. Then a moment comes when you begin to see that this guest is yourself, and you begin to feel this discomfort, and you feel ashamed because you’ve not treated this guest properly. John G. Bennett
Why do you think it’s so constantly said in the Bhagavad Gita, “Act without looking to the fruits of action”? Why is it always taught, “Never look for results, never expect”? Because as soon as you expect, you close the door to the spiritual world, you put yourself under the very laws that you want to escape from. Of course this doesn’t mean that you must do nothing. What it means is that you must do your part, but count and trust that the Work will do its part, and give the result that corresponds to your need, which you can’t know."
Gurdjieff's Music for the Movements Conscience
“Every artist takes pride in his art. Every artist will always defend the art form whose encounter has changed his life. For that which he has sought and lost and for that which he has the burning desire to share: be it the echo of a voice, the discovered word, the interpretation of a text for humanity, the music without which the universe will stop speaking to us, or the movement which opens the doors to grace.
I have, for dance, not only the pride of a dancer and choreographer, but profound gratitude. Dance gave me my lucky break. It has become my ethics by virtue of its discipline and provided the means through which I discover the world daily.
Closer to me than anything else, it gives me strength each day through the energy and generosity as only dance can. Its poetry comforts me.
Could I say that I wouldn’t exist without dance? Without the capacity for expression it has given me? Without the confidence I have found in it to overcome my fears, to avoid dead ends?
Thanks to dance, immersed in the beauty and complexity of the world, I have become a citizen. A peculiar citizen who reinvents the social codes in the course of his encounters, remaining true to the values of the hip-hop culture which transforms negative energy into a positive force.
I live and breathe dance daily as an honour. But I am living with this honour deeply concerned. I witness around me the loss of bearings and the inability of some of the youth from the working class, growing up in tension and frustration, to imagine their future. I am one of them; so are we all. I am driven, perhaps more than others, by setting an example, to help them fuel their lust for life.
For isn’t society richer with the richness of each of us?
Culture, more than any discourse, unites. So have courage and take risks despite the obstacles and the hatred with which you will no doubt be confronted; the beauty of the world will always be by your side. Like dance has been for me. With its singular force to eliminate social and ethnic distinctions, leaving but the movement of bodies in their essence, of human beings returning to their pure expression, unique and shared.
I would like to end by quoting René Char whose words remind me daily to not let anyone confine us to scripted roles.
“Push your luck, hold on tight to your good fortune, and take your risk. Watching you, they will get used to it.” So try, fail, start all over again but above all, dance, never stop dancing!” – Mourad Merzouki
Macha Gharibian - Byzance Road trip between shadow and light: a musician daughter, she strums small tunes his father sings as she follow him on the road. And while the family car radio will loop the gypsy music of Serbia, Romania, Armenia, Greece, she is passionate about Chopin, Bartók, Rachmaninoff, Prokofiev, Messiaen.
International Dance Day by Mourad Merzouki
The extraordinary patience of things! This beautiful place defaced with a crop of suburban houses— How beautiful when we first beheld it, Unbroken field of poppy and lupin walled with clean cliffs; No intrusion but two or three horses pasturing, Or a few milch cows rubbing their flanks on the outcrop rockheads— Now the spoiler has come: does it care? Not faintly. It has all time. It knows the people are a tide That swells and in time will ebb, and all Their works dissolve. Meanwhile the image of the pristine beauty Lives in the very grain of the granite, Safe as the endless ocean that climbs our cliff.—As for us: We must uncenter our minds from ourselves; We must unhumanize our views a little, and become confident As the rock and ocean that we were made from. Carmel Point by Robinson Jeffers
Shine, Perishing RepublicRobinson Jeffers While this America settles in the mould of its vulgarity, heavily thickening to empire And protest, only a bubble in the molten mass, pops and sighs out, and the mass hardens, I sadly smiling remember that the flower fades to make fruit, the fruit rots to make earth. Out of the mother; and through the spring exultances, ripeness and decadence; and home to the mother. You making haste haste on decay: not blameworthy; life is good, be it stubbornly long or suddenly A mortal splendor: meteors are not needed less than mountains: shine, perishing republic. But for my children, I would have them keep their distance from the thickening center; corruption Never has been compulsory, when the cities lie at the monster's feet there are left the mountains. And boys, be in nothing so moderate as in love of man, a clever servant, insufferable master. There is the trap that catches noblest spirits, that caught – they say – God, when he walked on earth.
Kahlil Gibran’s The Prophet, "I am a prisoner. My crime? Poetry." A chance encounter and an unlikely friendship
"I believe that the Universe is one being, all its parts are different expressions of the same energy, and they are all in communication with each other, therefore parts of one organic whole. (This is physics, I believe, as well as religion.) The parts change and pass, or die, people and races and rocks and stars, none of them seems to me important in itself, but only the whole. This whole is in all its parts so beautiful, and is felt by me to be so intensely in earnest, that I am compelled to love it and to think of it as divine." Robinson Jeffers, Letter to Sister Mary James, in reply to her inquiry as to his "religious attitudes." from An Anthology of Robinson Jeffers: The Wild God of the World
Johann Paul von Westhoff, Violin Sonata No. 3 , imitation of Bells
Angèle Dubeau & La Pietà - Les Beautés Du Diable (The Devil’s Beauties)
“Through music’s language we become one with the stars.” as music teaches us to play life more beautifully. "The most important thing is to inspire an emotional response for all aspects of life." —Seymour Bernstein
Amar y Vivir by Bebo & Cigala You only live once, We must learn to love and to live... I do not want regrets later in what could have been but was not. I want to enjoy this life, having you near me Until I die.
First there were things one learned not to say, soon followed by questions one learned not to ask, leading on to sights one learned not to see.
Guilt remains. It keeps ticking away,. . . it mercifully lets itself be forgotten for a while, hibernates in dreams. It remains as a sediment, as a stain which can’t be removed, a puddle which can’t be licked up. It learned early to take refuge in an ear as confession, to let time-lapse or forgiveness make it smaller than small, a nothing, and then there it stands again.