Came across these profound words of Rumi from “Because I cannot sleep “,whilst drawing this art ,reminded me of spring flowers from all the war warzones,especially the spring of Afghanistan,the spring of Syria ,Yemen and Iraq ,the beautiful lands waiting for the flowers to bloom and butterflies to fly around those colours, adding more life to it .
“Because I cannot sleep
I make music at night.
I am troubled by the one
whose face has the color of spring flowers.
I have neither sleep nor patience,
neither a good reputation nor disgrace.
A thousand robes of wisdom are gone.
All my good manners have moved a thousand miles away.
The heart and the mind are left angry with each other.
The stars and the moon are envious of each other.
Because of this alienation the physical universe
is getting tighter and tighter.
The moon says, ‘How long will I remain
suspended without a sun?’
Without Love’s jewel inside of me,
let the bazaar of my existence be destroyed stone by stone.
O Love, You who have been called by a thousand names,
You who know how to pour the wine
into the chalice of the body,
You who give culture to a thousand cultures,
You who are faceless but have a thousand faces,
O Love, You who shape the faces
of Turks, Europeans, and Zanzibaris,
give me a glass from Your bottle,
or a handful of being from Your Branch.
Remove the cork once more.
Then we’ll see a thousand chiefs prostrate themselves,
and a circle of ecstatic troubadours will play.
Then the addict will be freed of craving.
and will be resurrected,
and stand in awe till Judgement Day”
Rumi’s soul used to make music , the conversations he had with his creator , beautifully turned into lyrics, waiting for a symphony.Just like that my restless soul wait for peace and prosperity on Eastern lands , so we can travel , those waiting to go home to see the spring on their lands , to see the birds and butterflies of their land can find their lost souls again.