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Shamans of Siberia vol.2

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You amuse me with your touch
although I can’t see your hands.
You have kissed me with tenderness
although I haven’t seen your lips
You are hidden from me.
But it is you who keeps me alive
Perhaps the time will come
when you will tire of kisses
I shall be happy
even for insults from you
I only ask that you
keep some attention on me.
Rumi

 

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Hegel (öl. 1831), XIX. yüzyılın başlarında verdiği Estetik derslerinde renklerden söz ederken ilginç bir hususa dikkat çeker, ve “Yeşil” der;
— sarı ile mavi”nin karışmasıyla oluşan bir renktir, ancak [yeşilde] her iki rengin karşıtlığı etkisiz hâle gelmiştir.” (Das Grün ist zwar auch eine aus der Gelb und Blau gemischte Farbe, aber es ist eine einfache Neutralisation dieser Gegensätze.)

Sarı ile mavi arasındaki karşıtlık nasıl tasavvur ediliyor olmalı ki bu iki renk bir araya geldiğinde (birbirine karıştığında), hemen karşıtlığın etkisinin ortadan kalktığına hükmolunmakta?

Karşıtlığın olduğu her yerde hareket var demektir, ve o hâlde sarı ile mavi”nin birleşmesi sadece bu iki rengin karşıtlığını değil, aynı zamanda hareketini de durduruyor olmalı.

Bu yorumda renklere özgü bir hareketin tasavvur edildiği açık. Hareketin ve kaçınılmaz olarak sükûnun.

Hegel”in açıklamasında ”Neutralisation” kelimesi geçiyor.

Ben bu terimden, sarı ile mavi arasındaki diyalektik karşıtlığın solması/sönmesi, yani yeni bir anlamın ortaya çıkması (sentez) neticesini çıkarıyorum.

Yani hareketin her iki biçimi de sona ermekte. Fiil de, infial de. Etki de, edilgi de. Yani bence, eylemin eril ve dişil formları da.

Sarı ve mavideki karşıtlık, keskinlik, kesinlik yeşil”de yoktur. Yani hareket. Yeşil bu açıdan bakıldığında sükun”u, dinginliği temsil eder. Sanki geçmiş yeşil renklidir.

Garip ama öyle.

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V. Kandinsky (öl. 1944), XX. yüzyılın başında, yani Hegel”in Estetik derslerinden yaklaşık bir asır sonra, renklerin hareketini açıklamak maksadıyla iki terim kullanır:

1) exzentrisch

2) konzentrisch

Yani Kandinsky”ye göre, renkler merkezden çevreye doğru hareket eder, ya da çevreden merkeze doğru.

Bakınız, kendisi renklerin (sarı ile mavi”nin) karşıt yönlere hareketini nasıl açıklıyor:

— “Aynı büyüklükte iki daire çizilip birini sarıyla, ötekini maviyle doldurursak —daha dikkatimizi kısa bir süre bu daireler üstünde toplar toplamaz— sarının ışın yaydığını, merkezden bir haraket alarak neredeyse gözle görülür biçimde insana yaklaştığını farkederiz. Oysa mavi merkezde toplanan bir hareket geliştirir (kabuğuna büzülen bir salyongoz gibi) ve insandan uzaklaşır. Birinci daire fırlayıp göze batar, ikincisi gözü derine çeker.”

Acaba, çevreden merkeze doğru hareket eden sarı ile merkezden çevreye doğru hareket eden mavi”yi birbirine karıştırdığımızda elde edeceğimiz yeşil rengin hareketle ilişkisi nasıl olacaktır?

Daha basit bir biçimde soracak olursak, karşıt yöndeki iki hareketler çarpışması nasıl sonlanır?

Kandinsky böyle bir soruyu şöyle cevaplıyor:

— “… birbirine karşıt iki hareket birbirini yok ederler, böylece tam bir hareketsizlik ve sükûn meydana gelir. Yeşil zuhur eder. (… volle Unbeweglickeit und Ruhe entsteht. Es entsteht Grün.)

Görüldüğü üzere, Kandinsky de —tıpkı Hegel gibi— sarı ile mavi”ye özgü hareketliliğin yeşilde sükûna dönüşüp etkisizleştiğine işaret etmektedir.

Yeşil, doğanın rengi. Sükûnun. Hareketsizliğin. Sadece harekete değil, hareketin miktarına da muhalif. Yani hız ve sürate.

* * *
Yaş ve yeşil aynı kökten gelir. Kökeninde tazelik mânâsı var. Yeşilin doğayı temsil etmesi de doğanın tazeliğini ve diriliğini temsil etmesi anlamına gelir. Yani yaşamı.

Yaşamda tazelik, dirilik ve süreklilik bulunuyor. Bu yönüyle belki ölümün karşıtı gibi ama yeşil aynı zamanda türbelerin, mezarlıkların da rengi. Hatta ölümün.

Müslüman bilincinin ölümü yeşillikler içinde tasavvur etmesi boşuna değildir. Yeşil cennetin rengidir çünkü. Yani, yeni yaşamın.

Ölüm insanın yeni yaşama açılan kapısı olduğundan ötürü, öncesini değil, sonrasını temsil eder. Yeniden dirilişi.

Yeşilin sükûneti telkin etmesi de yeniden dirilişin, uykudan uyanışın gerçek bir sükûnet anlamı taşımasındandır. Bence.

(Not: Mesele yorumda tafsilatı hakkediyor ama benim hâlim o kadarına müsait değil.)

* * *
Acaba, yeşil, insanın olgunluğunu, ahlâk ve edeb sahibi oluşunu da sembolize eder mi?

Niçin olmasın?

Hatırıma, rahmetli babaanneciğimin zaman zaman söylediği bir tekerleme geliyor:

— “Dışarıdan gördüm yeşil türbe/İçine girdim estağfirullah tövbe!”

Burada yeşil”le türbe”nin yanyana gelmesi gayet manidar. Çünkü bu yeşil türbe gerçekte insanı temsil ediyor. İnsanın dışarıdan görünüşünü. Sükûnetini, edebini, ahlâkını.

Fakat insana biraz yakından bakınca, sırrına ve hakikatine biraz yaklaşınca, karşılaşılan manzara, ziyaretçisine “Estağfirullah, gördüğüme göreceğime tevbeler olsun!” dedirtebilir.

Yeşil ve yeşillik çoğunlukla aldatıcıdır da ondan.

Ey talib, sakın unutma, hiçbir şey göründüğü gibi değildir.

Dücane Cündioğlu, Ölümün Dört Rengi

Oil painting by Azhykmaa

Oil painting by Azhykmaa

You can study God through everything and everyone in the universe, because God is not confined in a mosque, synagogue or church. But if you are still in need of knowing where exactly His abode is, there is only one place to look for him: in the heart of a true lover.

_Shams Tabrizi

watercolor on paper

watercolor on paper

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 LEGEND OF THE DEMIR-KHOMUS

The demir-khomus has existed among the Tuvans since time immemorial. The demir-khomus has a chamber sound, and therein lies its special charm.

Its origin is connected in folk memory with the tragedy of star-crossed lovers. The story goes that there lived a young girl who was given against her will to be the wife of a rich man. The young man who loved her was a skilled blacksmith, and when this happened he forged a khomus for himself. Playing on the khomus, he forgot about food and sleep, pouring out all the feeling that overflowed from his soul. In the end, he went out of his mind and killed himself by jumping off a cliff into a swift mountain river. His lover fled from the rich man, and finding out about this, she threw herself off the very same cliff. Only the khomus forged by the hands of the unhappy lover remained.

Konstantin Khlynov

 

YULİYANA KRİVOSHAPKİNA «Uhuktuu» (Awakening) Yakut khomus music

What is the history behind the developement of khöömei?

The phenomenon of Tuvan throat-singing, with its various styles of performance, continues to amaze people. The spiritual world of the Tuvans, like their lifestyle itself, consolidated and embodied the freedom-loving impulses of the steppe dwellers, the inhabitants of Inner Asia.

If one imagines how endless a steppe road is, how unhurried a Tuvan horse’s tread or pensive a camel’s step is, how far steppe roads and mountain paths stretch, then it will not be difficult to realize that the life of a Tuvan in the steppe is inconceivable without sygyt-khöömei, a symbol of the Tuvan steppe that is as quiet, measured, and interminable as life itself. It is not without reason that Tuvans puzzled ethnographers when they could not answer the question: “How old are you?” The matter was not that they were unable to count. This question itself made no sense to them because time per se was an abstract notion.

Nature created a striking acoustic effect in the mountains and steppes of Tuva, where every loud word echoes with deafening reiterations. Over time Tuvans learned how to extract from these sounds the incomparable melodies that are the hallmark of the Tuvan national singing tradition. This is why from time immemorial Tuvan throat singing has been the eternal companion of singers and storytellers.

A khöömeizhi was a welcome and honored guest in any yurt, who always gave his listeners the gift of his music, born in the heart and soul of his people. The melodies of khöömei accompanied the Tuvan people in all their joys and sorrows.

Khöömei Is a phenomenon close to the soul of the Tuvan people a means of expressing the Tuvan worldview, a symbol of Tuvan spirituality, and the key to the spirit of the Tuvan people. It is in khöömei that Tuvans found consolation in their hour of need ancient times khöömei has helped Tuvans persevere, overcome hardships with dignity, and preserve their humanity.

If a nation loses its own unique identity, it will disappear from the face of the earth. Current data make it abundantly clear that not only of researchers, but also members of the younger generation are trying to preserve the art of singing, as well as the customs, rituals, and traditions of the Tuvan people. By exploring and researching Tuvan throat singing, we are able to revive all genres of musical culture long songs (uzun yrlar), short songs (kiska yrlar), refrains and ditties (kozhamyktar), as well as instrumental works for such traditional instruments as igil, byzaanchi, doshpuluur, khomus (mouth harp), and other bowed, plucked, wind, and percussion instruments

Khöömei is an art that attracts the attention not only of connoisseurs of folk music, but also of all those who would like to learn about the history of the music and the spiritual world of the Tuvan people, and of their lyrical and ritual songs. Every ethnic group has contributed to the development of human civilization and global cultural heritage. Tuvans likewise have their own contribution of great value, which has been passed down for centuries from generation to generation, and that is khöömei. Locals have preserved in memory several techniques of this art, including khöömei, ezengilleer borbangnadyr kargyraa, and sygyt.

ZOYA KYRGYS

THE MYSTERY OF TUVAN KHÖÖMEI ( THROAT SINGING)

INTERNATIONAL SCIENTIFIC CENTER “KHÖÖMEI” REPUBLIC OF TUVA

This publication is protected by the law of the Russian Federation ob avtorskom prave ( ” On copyright”) .

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

“If you want to awaken all of humanity,
then awaken all of yourself,
if you want to eliminate the suffering in the world,
then eliminate all that is negative in yourself.
Truly, the greatest gift you have to give is that
of your own self-transformation.”

— Lao Tzu

watercolor on paper - selfportrait

watercolor on paper – selfportrait

“Through my love for you,
I want to express my love for the whole cosmos,
the whole of humanity, and all beings.
By living with you,
I want to learn to love everyone and all species.
If I succeed in loving you,
I will be able to love everyone and
all species on Earth… This is the real message of love.”

~ Thích Nhất Hạnh, Teachings on Love

watercolor-selfportrait-the real message of love

watercolor-selfportrait-the real message of love

“Your vision will become clear only
when you can look into your own heart.
Who looks outside, dreams;
who looks inside, awakes.”
~ Carl Jung

watercolor on paper - selfportrait

watercolor on paper – selfportrait

“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

You said, “I will go to another land, I will go to another sea.
Another city will be found, a better one than this.
Every effort of mine is a condemnation of fate;
and my heart is — like a corpse — buried.
How long will my mind remain in this wasteland.
Wherever I turn my eyes, wherever I may look
I see black ruins of my life here,
where I spent so many years destroying and wasting.”

You will find no new lands, you will find no other seas.
The city will follow you. You will roam the same
streets. And you will age in the same neighborhoods;
and you will grow gray in these same houses.
Always you will arrive in this city. Do not hope for any other —
There is no ship for you, there is no road.
As you have destroyed your life here
in this little corner, you have ruinded it in the entire world.

soft pastel - selfportrait

soft pastel – 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

Whatever happens in your life,
no matter how troubling things might seem,
do not enter the neighbourhood of despair.
Even when all doors remain closed,
God will open up a new path only for you.
Be thankful!
It is easy to be thankful when all is well.
A Sufi is thankful not only for
what he has been given
but also for all that he has been denied.

~ Shams of Tabrizi

Whatever happens in your life

Whatever happens in your life

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

“Life is the art of drawing without an eraser.”
John W. Gardner

drawing-selfportrait

drawing-selfportrait

A good artist lets his intuition

“A good traveler has no fixed plans
and is not intent upon arriving.
A good artist lets his intuition
lead him wherever it wants.”

~ Laozi

drawing - portrait - a good artist

drawing – portrait – a good artist

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

Don’t grieve.
Anything you lose
comes round in another form..

~Rumi

watercolor on paper-selfportrait-don’t grieve

watercolor on paper-selfportrait-don’t grieve

When you seek Love
with all your Heart,
you shall find its echoes in the universe.
~Rumi

watercolor on paper-selfportrait-seeking love

watercolor on paper-selfportrait-seeking love

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

I am nowhere again

When it’s cold and raining,
you are more beautiful.
And the snow brings me
even closer to your lips.
The inner secret, that which was never born,
you are that freshness, and I am with you now.
I can’t explain the goings,
or the comings. You enter suddenly,
and I am nowhere again.
Inside the majesty.
~Rumi

watercolor on paper-portrait-I am nowhere again

watercolor on paper-portrait-I am nowhere again

A lover asked his beloved,

Do you love yourself more than you love me?

Beloved replied, I have died to myself and I live for you.

I’ve disappeared from myself and my attributes,

I am present only for you.

I’ve forgotten all my learnings,

but from knowing you I’ve become a scholar.

I’ve lost all my strength, but from your power I am able.

I love myself…I love you.

I love you…I love myself.

watercolor on paper-portrait-bloom

watercolor on paper-portrait-bloom

This love is the rose that blooms forever.
~Rumi

watercolor on paper-portrait-bloom

watercolor on paper-portrait-bloom

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

“You don’t love someone for their looks, or their clothes, or for their fancy car, but because they sing a song only you can hear.”
― Oscar Wilde

watercolor on paper-selfportrait

watercolor on paper-selfportrait

“I want your sun
to reach my raindrops,
so your heat can raise my soul
upward like a cloud.”
~ Rumi

watercolor on paper-portrait-I want your sun to reach my raindrops

watercolor on paper-portrait-I want your sun to reach my raindrops

The one who truly loves you will set you free.
~Rumi

watercolor on paper-portrait-who truly loves you

watercolor on paper-portrait-who truly loves you

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