In this unique collection, the last poems that Daniel Abdal-Hayy Moore wrote while patiently enduring the final stages of canc…
In this, Daniel Abdal-Hayy Moore’s penultimate collection of poems, the eye for fantastical details and divine insights that h…
“White noise” is “a random signal with a constant power spectral density,” says Goog…
The sound of geese over the house and in the house the prayer on the Prophet The sound of geese over the house and…
Ramadan is such a slice of timelessness into time for us fasters, and a doorway to such miraculous moments throughout its rigo…
Not always a spiritual meditation, nor often even what should be felt and achieved in the fast (the poems are striving for som…
We’re born in a relationship with theology. Nurtured in the womb by other than our m…
This eye-popping collection started out from those once-popular computer generated images a certain stare, unfocused or crosse…
“This collection provides an introduction to the work of an American Sufi poet. Ranging from the personal and lyrical to full …
As Muslims who pray the five obligatory prayers each day of our lives, when able we orient ourselves toward Mecca, located in …
Eternity shimmers in the room among the bright solid furniture that is the furniture…
This collection from 2013 continues the intended trajectory of a lifetime’s work that celebrates and posits the direct percept…
The pleasure of feeling the poem discovering itself is always a particular joy in re…
These Poems written within the limits of 6X4 inch pocket-sized pieces of paper (one poem per piece) in Istanbul, Turkey, visit…
What is this life to us if it’s not a continual wonder, whose elements of surprise s…
In all the human spiritual paths there are stories of great men and women of divine gnosis who die in states of exaltation, sw…
This is a book of poems in the floating genres of open inspiration and Rumiesque narrative, taking a journey to Morocco, visit…
Sufi poems from the love-ocean, washing at the shores of this world and the next, with God willing a depth charge or two to…
This is a book of visionary poems mindful of the story of Sayyedina ‘Isa (Jesus), peace be upon him, who one day passed by…
Poems of ecstatic movement, longing, glimpses and glimmers of the divine reality of our existence: Not a moment can be squande…
In all the poems of a poet’s work there’s the impulse to get to the bottom of things, to the original energy pulse, the…
Of the three books of poems collected within this volume, the first is celebratory of Islam’s eschatology (next-world doctrine…
Poems that point to Infinite Beauty (The Book of Infinite Beauty being the too ambitious previous title of this collection), w…
A tangy and rich chronological collection of poems ranging from molecular flakes to imaginal scalings of rare and lofty mounta…
A grand outgoing, heading directly into the puzzlement, the puzzle, puzzling it all out… Poems of search and devotion to the O…
I’m not sure why anyone would want to undergo spiritual training, the rigors and difficulties of a path of spiritual disciplin…
There are among us luminous beings who maintain that what we might taste of the Garden of Paradise and what we might suffer of…
These are poems written over nearly a year in 1996, ecstatic, bewildered, exploratory, celebratory, remembering Allah in all t…
Written in 2001, this is a series of poems most acutely attuned to the sounds of our universe, composed for the most part whil…
This is not a book of poetic futuristics, oracle-like I-Ching countings or consciousness Tarot readings, nothing so formal nor…
“Keep that light in your eye, and go up directly thereto, so shalt thou see the Gate at which, when thou knockest, it shall…
Here is a chronicle in sequential open field poems of a second visit to Turkey (the …
This may be my most personal book, …
“Excess of sorrow laughs. Excess of joy weeps.”(William Blake) A cooly impassioned, and “pathward” adventurous series of poems…
These poems consider (sometimes wildly) the inventions that are our lives, and their Inventor, the Divine Fashioner of ourselv…
I had a dream just before waking of a shelf filled with books, and I was reading the titles when a spotlight hit the…
Try to describe light and it’s hopeless Nothing can quite catch in words luminous nothingness Hold something up in light and i…
Poems in the devotional visionary tradition of Blake, Rumi, Christopher Smart, McClure. Ecstatic recognitions from both within…
A collection of poems simultaneously plummeting down and somehow ascending, all the while embracing Whitmanic vistas in vision…
Somehow the resonance for me during the entertaining of this title as an abiding albeit background theme for the poems, was th…
These poems in traditional ghazal form, the first half begun in Turkey, are a compan…
What does happen when we stop swallowing the flame, whatever it might be? This world, our own drudgery, our passions, low or h…
Here’s the classic tale of Ala-udeen (Arabic pronunciation, meaning The Glory of the Way) and the well-known genie (or jinn) i…
This may be a secret among only a few of its recipients, but cancer is a direct and positive gift from God. Its chemo…
This poem was suggested in a flash by a paragraph in Michael McClure’s book, “Scratching the Beat Surface,” in which he quotes…
Poetic inspiration continues to be a mystery to me, but I am its deep advocate, and hold to its irrational and shady acreage l…
A collection of poems which chase after the coattails of sanctity, in this world with its “meanings set up as images” (a Sufi …
If I draw the little figure of a garden on a toothpick, for in this world it seems these things are ignored, or if…
The luster of a glisten is enough to elicit bliss The gleam from a beam enough to confound the intellect The crack of a…
I’m really not sure why this particular collection of my poems is called Blood Songs, the title it has had since beginning the…
This high adventure, in loosely metered heroic couplets, follows Abdallah Jones on h…
The enigma of it all stood up and spread out its feathery arms All the doubts and gnarly creatures disappeared from around it …
For me the province of poetry is a private ecstasy made public, and the social role of the poet is to display moments of shared universal epiphanies capable of healing our sense of mortal estrangement—from ourselves, from each other, from our source, from our destiny, from The Divine.
How can we not admire
emptiness especially when it’s
pregnant with superlative Light?
Explosively thrilling in its opening of our
perceptions from toe-tips to galactic
distances more numerous than
sand grains in a colossal
stretch of beach
that turns inside-out instantaneously
this world and all its gala self-
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to an interior smoother than conch-shell’s
mother of pearl and
more radiant than all of underwater
Neptune’s kingdom of diamond thrones and
glittering tridents of purest porphyry
10/15/2011 (from The Match That Becomes a Conflagration)
(drawing by author)
When we look at death’s door it looks like nothing at all Blank and featureless a serious expression on a featureless face that could read more
Graphic representation is, for me, not a matter of some theoretical extension, but “recreational,” in perhaps its primal sense. read more
Graphic representation is, for me, not a matter of some theoretical extension, but “recreational,” in perhaps its primal sense. read more
In this unique collection, the last poems that Daniel Abdal-Hayy Moore wrote while patiently enduring the final stages of canc…
In this, Daniel Abdal-Hayy Moore’s penultimate collection of poems, the eye for fantastical details and divine insights that h…
