In the beginning

In the beginning were the rustling leaves of the forbidden tree, The commencement of the descent and the end of it was Autumn. In the beginning were the creaking doors of the greater universe, where all those who have entered endured the burning features of the existence. In the beginning were the “things” hurting by “Things” Fever was along the lines of puzzlement. In the beginning was a bang on the head, then the initiation, etc… along the way. Mohammad Bin Lamin www.binlaminart.com

The Three Eras for a dream

(The Three Eras for a dream)
Poem and Artworks By: Mohammad Bin Lamin.
Translated from Arabic by: Solara Sabah.

1. The Amulet Time

His blue Amulet did not save him from the act of the sea,
neither did the white one.
They did not soothed him from the flares of
the land.

They did not stop the temptation of the waves
and the curse of whiteness or cured him from the sun’s ailments.

He was saved by the worries of the mothers who were
lingering near the oven to steal from it the mercy of the bread.
Or maybe he was saved by the mother’s supplications in the half darkness
behind the spindle of the wool’s mats,
praying to God to safeguard him
from the Beasts of the darkness,
the evil eyes, and the ferocity of the envy.

2. The Solitude Time

And you’re a very obdurate!
You have never been bind by phylactery or by Fakih’s mantra
you saved your steps
for the mint fragrance road and the accompaniment clouds.
Holding back your right hand
to greet the person of your dream,
To embrace the surface of the water,
Promising your heart to meet the spring and the temptation of the daffodils,

Rolling your eyes inside,
Laughing and crying.
Lighting the daytime by the sun,
Dripping the stars in the night,
and dangling from the moon!

Obstinately in love.
Your dream has taken by your pride
Descending into the illusion that one day it will come
with a dark eyes
elegant and tall
with a small bird hovering on the head.
Wandering,
Dancing and asking for the mercy.
The dance of the slaughterous
The mercy of the dust,
A resurgence of desperate love!

3. The Exudes Time

Hold on tight to your luggage!
You have to endorse your travel,
the nudge of the stations,
The noisiness of the railroads crossings;
and the dreariness of the passages and the tunnels.

Flying and sailing.
Mingling with foreign seaports,
The dead dreams and the glasses of wanderers wine.

Dancers floating in the drum of the water.
The first lament for the homeland
lurking from under the feet.

Where ever you go the land looks the same.
Strange as it should be,
You will never be familiar with this existing world.

you will be welcomed by the uncertainty of the empty rooms,
the shared houses,
the dispirited parks
And the ugly elderly women
The owners of the homes who will prohibited you from being late at night.

Just be as you are
lost between the distractions of the eyes and the lust of the dreams.

poor fellow as in the prayer.
Knight at the wedding extravaganza.
Taken by different visions,
and the fluctuated news.

Slaughtered by friends knifes
and deceived by the wooden rifles
How will you enjoy the night
As they do each day?
And how the moon complains of its nostalgia for the beautiful face?

You are doomed!
consumed by the time
as a coffee drunk in a hurry .
Blown by the wind as a nuisance Southern dust,
that will never whisk off by the country broom

Wake up and go on!

Your cold hands and these doors cannot endure the knocking,
neither the ceiling and the walls,

Forsake this dream of yours
and leave as those who left before you,
No need for the blame
Just wait with patience and eternal gaze.

Prison in Paradise

Prison in Paradise
2012 Digital Art
By Mohammad Bin Lamin

Sun of Love

Chinese philosopher Shao Yong once said: “The soul of the sky comes from the sun and the soul of the human being comes from the heart, as the sun is the big universe while the heart is the small universe “.
The Great Sufi Jalal Aldin Rumi said. “Happy is that soul who has found the beauty of the sun and exceeded the nine planets and settled in silent at no place”.

Thus, the sun was and still is a symbol for the truth and the light that shows the beauty of this universe in its final lovely form. The Sun lights the path for us to see clearly through the dark and guides us towards the good deeds.
The heart too is our inner sun that enflame with heat of love and around it centered our everyday dreams.

I came from Libya, the country of The phoenix the bird that symbolizes immortality, resurrection and life after death. And associated with the sun god. Our ancients people worship the sun as the main source for the life and painted it in their caves in the shape of circle with illuminant center.
As Libyan worship the Sun they also worship the Moon, and welcome the new moon every month as a medium that uncovers and reveals the night’s creatures and lights the dark. They even recognize it as source for healing the souls and bodies.
This work “Sun of Love” is inspired by the story of creations as it told by the baluang people of China;
According to the tradition of the Bland-people of southwestern China, the earth was created from chaos by the divine giant (GUMIYA – HO Yee). The ten sun and moon brothers and sisters scorned upon this act and threatened to destroy everything with their blazing light. Upon this, the giant killed them all with the exception of one sun and one moon that had hid in a cave. With the help of the animals Sun and Moon could be won over to protect life on earth.

Mohammad Bin Lamin
Misurata. Libya 2006

Date of origin: August 2006
Place of origin: The 8th Changchun China International Sculpture Symposium
Size of the artwork: 300.0 x 150.0 x 250.0 cm
Category: sculpture
Materials: bronze & marble.

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