…I felt glad of being underway to a different world.
~ Orhan Pamuk ~
[The Museum of Innocence]
In waking dreams, I am your shadow.
I watch you watching me while a greater existence watches over us. Your tears, I kissed them. They became my soul ocean, a tender space of radiance where I move forward towards the sun.
The ocean, it calls me back into its deep where your spirit waits to unfold me. Your tenderness, infinite blue silver threads of grace weaved into waters of unity, so tender, so calm, even the dead come out to dance. Your body, a body for my soul. Your mind, happiness for mine.
Tenderness. Life needs you, your beauty-loving world, your wings, your cherry blossom touch, your healings. You alone can still the storms across all seas and whirl debris into rooms of inner peace.
Come tenderness. Look into the eyes of my soul mirror and see, dead can dance. I saw them dance, Kemal and Füsun, to the music of long waiting penetrating tenderness and silence.
In waking dreams, I am your shadow.
copyright ©2011 naomibacker
“…so tender, so calm, even the dead come out to dance.” Nice! RT
Thank you music and meaning for bringing your meaning to my work.
~naomi
the synchronicity of my still sundays post today and this is too much, especially since i just happened to watch this video last night too. and you very well know how i feel about the museum of innocence and pamuk.
so i shall return to properly comment when i can articulate.
gratitude,
~a.
Dear Annie, this kind of synchronicity leaves me too quite speechless. It’s amazing to me that you watched Gerrard’s video at the time I was working on my piece. Writers. Artists. A world of mysteries.
Yes, I am aware that we both have similar sentiments for Orhan Pamuk’s novel. You were the one to tell me to read the work of this great writer and I am so very grateful now that you told me. I have grown so attached to Pamuk’s fictional characters and I can’t even imagine going through life without having read this powerful story. The characters live now inside my bloodstream and that only happens when the beauty of a book is powerful, real, and intense. Thank you for visiting my work and for sending such unforgettable fictional characters my way. This piece would not have existed without them. Such gratitude.
~naomi
thank you doesn’t seem enough for this lovely, mystical union of word and image, partaking of the essence of Pamuk’s amazing novel. I am nearing the end of my read, so like Annie, I want to return to both the poem and art to comment further later. For now, let me say, that it speaks of a poignant truth and unwraps the complex emotions of this novel.
Naomi, this is so beautiful!
This piece of art I am really fond of, and the poem is so tender, so mindful.
==You alone can still the storms across all seas and whirl debris into rooms of inner peace==
The Buddhas will be jealous and smile reading such marvelous words.
Thank you, Edjo, for leaving here your marvelous thoughts and words. I so enjoy reading your comments.
~ naomi
The poem is as soothing as the colours in the piece.
Soothing. I think she is related to tenderness. Thank you Kate!
~naomi
I love watching how you are bringing together different art forms — images and words, and now music–into a beautiful synthesis that takes the viewer/reader/listener deeper and deeper into the experience.
In the image, the spiralling movement and the repetition of the half-hidden faces and figures, darkly mysterious, rewards slow intimate looking. The prose poem is itself a waking dream and a slow dance between you and tenderness. The music, so apt and so evoking of the image and the words.
Thank you so much Vaughan. You have really summed up so precisely and profoundly my journey into the deeper layers of my experience. I wanted to take this tender journey to the very bottom of its ocean. The music brought me to that last deepest level where this piece wanted to go.
~naomi