I Enter the Chapel of my Forehead
1 I enter the chapel of my forehead in prostration where it is cool and dark Forehead against smooth boards eyes closed hands …
1 I enter the chapel of my forehead in prostration where it is cool and dark Forehead against smooth boards eyes closed hands …
As Muslims who pray the five obligatory prayers each day of our lives, when able we orient ourselves toward Mecca, located in …
A tangy and rich chronological collection of poems ranging from molecular flakes to imaginal scalings of rare and lofty mounta…
(Note: I attribute the title and theme of this poem, based on the word “Irene” to Shaykh Hamza Yusuf. While we were working on…
When I pray the whole world becomes a pair of huge insect wings behind me, and I am a standing green insect with metallic…
Ah, almost speechless at the sweltering threshold of a long Ramadan fast, yet remembering not only Badr and its combatants whi…
Shaykh Abdalhaqq Bewley has transmitted this beautiful du’a for Lailat al-Qadir (Night of Power, among the odd numbered last t…
LORD WEAR ME OUT Lord wear me out in the saddle of Your continuous gallop over fences if You will or even round and…
Oh Lord, the orange cat lying asleep on the shoe rack outside the Ka’ba looked tranquil, lean from living wild in Mecca, but s…
This poem I present in homage to the overwhelming and outpouring national heart-energy in our election of Barack Obama to be o…
I stand facing Mecca the house all around me parallel with everything hands up to my ears the Prayer begins Hands across chest…