Electric Sufi

 

 

 

 

honed traces from dancing on marble,  Fatih

 

 

 

 

 

Electric Sufi

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These patterns
are hidden in the marblefloor
of the square encircling Fatih Mosque
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With a remote resemblance
to the whirls of a dancing sufi,
they were created by other sources
380 volts and 3000 RPM

 

dancing towards God
dancing with God
dancing in God
….  and comming back
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working towards marble, overcome it´s  resistance, 
working with marble
working in marble
….  and knock off work
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–  these patterns … made by a hardworking electric sufi  ?

 

 

 

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the stranger
were kneeling at the square encircling the mosque,
tracing the trails after hard work in the marble
and transferring them to paper with graphite,
enchanted by their surpricing beauty

people, passing by, became aware of this
some curiously offering the kneeling stranger some help
fullfilling this surpricing call,

it was comming to the imams attention
and he arrived in humble discretion and silence,
after watching the situation a while
he kneeled down, holding the paper waving in the wind
so the stranger could concentrate about drawing,

the eyes met, and lead to these words:

“The mosque is beautiful for the eyes“, said the stranger

The imam continued :
” ..what happens inside is even more beautiful .. “

the stranger silently agreed, and continued :
” .. beauty is in the apparantly invisible …  like these patterns
in the marble, which noone have noticed before... “

the imam, smiling :
” .. that is true ..  ” ( there was a recognizing silence between them ),
the imam continued :
” man walk, partly without knowing whats under his feet … “
( people who gathered aorund, silently listening, were now smilling )

” .. if you never go, you’ ll never know … “, the stranger confirmed
” …  or if you never bow …  “, the imam continued

… followed by silence. They looked at eachother – without saying a word.

 

” more beautiful than what is known and understood

is the unfathomable “

 

 

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the stranger continued the voyage identifying new visual wonders,
sometimes the stranger and the imam crossed their ways and discretely noticed eachother, and sometimes the imam, followed by his young disciples, took a hold in distance, to watch the stranger, and sharing with his disciples why beauty and it´s secret powers matters …

 

 

 

( it all happened, but with fewer words and much more reality, so to speak … )