May 15, 2005 - KAKO SAM SE SUSREO SA SUFISTIMA

-Slike stizu uskoro-

Dosad sam se u zivotu najbolje proveo onda kada bi negdje otisao preko volje.

Tako je bilo i veceras.  Subotnje Vece- najgori dan za izlaske.  Usnula pristolnica nestvarna kao i uvjek. Oronula zgrada starog univerziteta i mali teatar dupke pun.

Dogadjaj - cudan koncert. Na sceni je 5 muzicara. Jedan svira celo i englez je. Drugi ne svira nista, samo pusta sa mix pulta vec izmiksane groove ritmove. Treci dolazi iz Irana i svira djembe iliti  nekakve bubnjeve. Tu je zatim bradati Sufi mistik  koji svira svu silu nepoznatih instrumenata i uz to pjeva suffi poeziju . I na kraju jos jedan Englez na klaviru.

A onda zapocinje magija.  Nevjerovatna fuzija istoka i zapada. Bah susrece drevne istocnjacke ritmove, zvuk koji nepogresivo nalazi put do najskrovitijih predjela duse.

I sve to zacinjeno sufi poezijom.

The Agony and Ecstasy of Divine Discontent:
The Moods of Rumi

In the orchard and rose garden

I long to see your face.

In the taste of Sweetness

I long to kiss your lips.

In the shadows of passion

I long for your love.

Oh! Supreme Lover!

Let me leave aside my worries.

The flowers are blooming
with the exultation of your Spirit.

By God!

I long to escape the prison of my ego

and lose myself
in the mountains and the desert.

These sad and lonely people tire me.

I long to revel in the drunken frenzy of your love
and feel the strength of Rustam in my hands.

I’m sick of mortal kings.

I long to see your light.

With lamps in hand
the sheiks and mullahs roam
the dark alleys of these towns
not finding what they seek.

You are the Essence of the Essence,

The intoxication of Love.

I long to sing your praises
but stand mute
with the agony of wishing in my heart

February 8, 2006 - A summary of that poem