Signs of Allah
When the tide of the day pulls out and leaves the night standing on the shore swallowing the stars and the moon is nearly…
When the tide of the day pulls out and leaves the night standing on the shore swallowing the stars and the moon is nearly…
Ramadan is burnished sunlight on the cheek of the Beloved at the first dawn of creation first fruits burst on first green bran…
The things of this world have gone a remove while fasting as if through a kind of glazed window just out of reach which…
Taste the nothing that isn’t and the nothingness that is How many giraffes could gallop through those words with their incredi…
A flourish of time and a life is complete with its circles and straight lines somehow converging at a vanishing point attended…
At our night of dhikr last night our shaykh asked us what Ramadan is to each one of us personally and insisted that we…
Sumptuous Juggler God Coy Beloved Elusive Letter-writer from a distant land beyond moonbeams and tides though You send them to…
Adam stood in the world as tall as the trees the sun bathing his body birds wreathing his outline with birdsong waters everywh…
I’ve got a window up my sleeve and a door in my shirt I can open any time to walk out into the blue.…
[NOTE: This is a poem from the great late Mexican poet (1935-2009) Marco Antonio Montes de Oca, whom I met and learned so much…
The song, Nahnu fee Rawdati, from the Diwan of Shaykh ibn al-Habib, raheemahullah, s…
(An Ars Poetica, from a great pract…