The Gaze that Bridged Earth and Heaven: Sufism and the “Beloved” in Poetry

Have you ever looked at something breathtakingly beautiful and felt a quiet longing in your soul? A sense that there is something more behind that fleeting spark of awe?

For centuries, many Sufis, the mystics of Islam, found that spark not just in nature, but in human beauty itself. This wasn’t some base attraction. It was rooted in a profound, and often controversial, practice known as nazar ila’l-murd (gazing at the beardless youth). For these seekers, a particularly beautiful male youth who hadn’t yet grown facial hair wasn’t just an object of desire; he was a witness to Divine Beauty.

Lehnert et Landrock: le Caire, Jeune homme à la djellabah, Tunis circa 1904

The idea wa deeply influenced by Neoplatonic philosophy: all earthly beauty is a reflection, a faint glimmer, of the absolute, incomparable Beauty of God. By contemplating this reflection with a pure heart and disciplined mind, the mystic wasn’t worshipping the physical form but using it as a mirror, a stepping stone. The Sufi gazes not to possess, but to witness. The act of “gazing” was meant to be a moment of profound spiritual connection, bypassing the intellect and experiencing a direct, emotional “tasting” of the Divine.

Peter Lamborn Wilson called the practice a kind of “imaginal yoga,” an aesthetic and spiritual exercise that used the energy of longing to fuel a flight toward the divine. The practitioner would look at a beardless youth to feel “passionate love” and move through that physical attraction, letting his longing become so intense that it burned away the physical and left only the spiritual.

“Puberty” by Jafar Petgar, Oil Painting, 1949

The nazar ila’l-murd had an enormous influence on the ghazal, the lyric poem that dominated Persian and Arabic literature. Before this tradition became formalized, Arabic poetry had a strong tradition of celebrating female beauty. But in the Persianate world (especially from the 10th century onward) the literary beloved became predominantly a male youth—the object of desire in the physical world, who represented the soul’s desire for union with God.

Kahlil Gibran (1883-1931) Lebanese born American poet and novelist, photographed by Day, F. Holland, circa 1898

By the time the ghazal reached its peak, the practice of nazar was largely symbolic. You don’t have to actually go out and stare at youths to write the poetry; you just have to understand the metaphor. But it does highlight something fascinating about pre-modern societies: the relationship between sexuality, spirituality, and aesthetics was often viewed through a completely different lens than ours. There was no “gay” or “straight” identity in the way we understand it. Instead, there was a cultural appreciation for the beauty of male youth (the beardless) that existed alongside heterosexual norms

“Swimming” by Majid Arvari, 1997

The unmarred youth’s beauty is a metaphor for purity, ephemerality (if you love a beautiful face, but that face is mortal and will eventually wrinkle or grow a beard, then the true beauty must be the divine source behind it), and the soul’s yearning for perfection. You don’t need to practice nazar ila’l‑murd to appreciate what it tried to articulate:
that an awareness of and apreciation for the beauty of male youth can be a mystical path; and that desire can be refined rather than repressed. That is the path of union with the divine in the form of a radiant boy.

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Desire and Longings

Though “desire” and “longing” are often used interchangeably in the English language, for the purpose of this blog, I would like to make a distinction.

“Desire” was borrowed from the Old French desirier (from the Latin desiderare) following the Norman Conquest.

“Longing” originates from the Old English langung or langian (verbal noun), which derived from the Proto-Germanic verb *langōną—the act of “stretching out towards” something distant, rooted in the same sense as “long.”

“Le Désir qui s’échappe ou Le Rêveur” by Léonard Sarluis, 1919.

To me, then, desire in its purest form is a divine prerogative. Desire as embodied in the youthful, Orphic Protogenos is the seed of life, the originator of beauty, the catalyst of creation. Above all, it is the mechanism by which the gods are self-sustained (more on this in my book)

Because our nature is in part divine, we are prone to desire as well. Yet desire in us is corrupted. One look at the human condition is enough to demonstrate that our desires inevitably degenerate into greed, possessiveness, jealousy, erratic behaviors, hate, war, and destruction.

Pre-Raphaelite Victorian School head study of a golden haired boy

Longing, on the other hand, is suitably human because our longings ultimately draw us closer to the divine.

In the dynamics between soul and spirit, the lover’s “stretching out towards” the divine Other, and the desire of the Beloved to unite with the soul bring about the merging of the twins—the hieros gamos, or transcendent union.

“Cupid Kindling the Torch of Hymen” by George Rennie, 1831

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A Gift of Scandinavian Fairy Tales

A Christmas in the early 1970s I received from my uncle a book that I cherished for many years until, sadly, I “put the ways of childhood behind me” and lost my gift. It was an illustrated collection of Scandinavian folk tales, stunningly illustrated by Federico Santin in 1962. The art is vibrant, detailed, and slightly atmospheric, often featuring the sweeping landscapes and mythological creatures of the North.

Cover for “Scandinavian Fairy Tales” by Federico Santin, 1962

By a stroke of luck, some forty years later, I was able to purchase a good second-hand copy online (see the picture above).

The beautiful illustrations still fascinate me. They have a mystical luminosity that reminds me a little of the technique of Maxfield Parrish.

I remember how the magical stories in the book captivated me when I was a child. Two of them especially impressed my young imagination.

The first told the story of Olaf, the young son of the Lord of Flagh-Staad. Olaf liked to take long walks by the sea and often rescued helpless animals. One day, he saves a colony of seagulls from the attack of a vicious raptor. He is then led to an enchanted grotto where he meets the king of the elves. The mysterious monarch gives him a precious stone as a reward for his selflessness and bravery, and Olaf hides the gem in the garden of his father’s castle because he is under an oath never to reveal the existence of the elves. 

Illustration by Federico Santin for “Olaf and the Giant Eagle” in Scandinavian Fairy Tales, 1962

The other story was that of Nadod, an Icelandic shepherd boy who wanted to fly. One day, he meets a young stranger who, as thanks for the boy’s generous hospitality, offers to help him. The traveler takes the stripling on his horse, and the animal soars through the clouds and above the sea. But that is only part of the journey. Nadod must find the witch who can make his dream come true. Nadod gets his wish but is betrayed by the witch. In the end, he is rescued by his enigmatic benefactor who was the god Thor himself.

Nearly all the tales in the book have magical elements. As a boy, it struck me how those other boys in the stories could interact so easily with the supernatural. It left me for a longing for the divine “other,” a Boy-God who would rescue me from the mundane, take me astride his mount, and carry me away to a fantastical kingdom.

“Head of a Child” by Anselm Feuerbach

Such were the daydreams of a child, of course. And yet my earnest longings, I realized many years later, were symptomatic of something deep and authentic. I came to believe that if one cannot create his own earthly, fossilized reality, we have paradoxically much more control over the fluid aethereality beyond this world. All it takes is a large and consistent measure of childlike imagination to reconnect with the numen within us, which is the key to a kingdom of our own.

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Cupid in Disguise

Cupid in disguise is the Boy-God Eros without his wings. That is, he has lost his freedom and the capacity to ascend. He is now only a boy, a prisoner of the materialistic world. No longer worshipped, his image has been reduced to the mundane.

James Edward Freeman, Cupid Disguised as a Roman Shepherd Boy, 1842

However, Cupid has not lost all his powers, even in exile. He still has an arrow or two, the emblem of his ability to touch the human soul. He is the divine spark of desire in all of us, waiting to be awakened and nurtured so that he may recover his original numinosity and become, at last, the liberator of our soul.

The Boy with the Arrow by Douglas Volk, 1903
Henry Scott Tuke, Cupid and Sea Nymphs, 1899

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The Boy Who Would Be Immortal: the story of Ganymede

Before the Achaeans launched their tragic war on Troy, there lived a Trojan prince of such breathtaking beauty that he was said to be the most handsome of all mortals.

“The Boy Ganymede” by Geoffrey Hamilton Rhoades, 1966

One day, while the radiant youth was tending his father’s flocks on the slopes of Mount Ida, Zeus, ever susceptible to beauty, saw the shepherd boy and was instantly enamored. Unable to contain his desire, the king of the gods disguised himself as a great eagle (or, in some versions, sent the eagle as his agent), swooped down from the heavens, and snatched the young prince, carrying him away to Mount Olympus.

“The Abduction of Ganymede” by Anton Domenico Gabbiani, 1700

Ganymede’s family was left in despair. His father, King Tros, mourned his son as if he were dead. Zeus, however, was not without a sense of divine compensation. He sent Hermes, the messenger god, to comfort the king with a gift: a pair of immortal horses, the very same that carried the gods themselves, and a golden vine. Hermes assured Tros that his son was now immortal and lived among the gods.

“Ganymede Feeding the Eagle” by Richard Evans, circa 1822

On Olympus, Ganymede took on a role of immense honor. He became an immortal, the cupbearer to the gods, and Zeus’s lover. In this position, he served the divine nectar and ambrosia at their celestial feasts, an eternal symbol of youth and beauty. As a final mark of his esteem, Zeus set the boy’s image among the stars as the constellation Aquarius, the water-bearer.

“Ganymed” by Peter Edward Stroehling, 1801

The Platonic Ideal: Beauty and the Soul

The philosopher Plato, in his dialogue Phaedrus, offers a metaphysical interpretation of the myth. He reimagines the story not as a physical abduction but as a metaphor for the soul’s ascent toward true beauty.

“Abduction of Ganymede” (detail) by Tuscan Painter active in Rome circa 1615-20

For Plato, the love (eros) inspired by a beautiful boy is the first step on a ladder of love. The sight of beauty on earth awakens the soul’s memory of true, divine Beauty, which it knew before birth. The lover’s desire is not merely for the boy’s body, but for the perfect Form of Beauty that he reflects. Zeus’s seizure of Ganymede becomes an allegory for the way divine inspiration seizes the philosopher-mystic, lifting him from the mundane world toward a higher, spiritual reality.

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