Ramadan / ‘Eid

A single stone is thrown in and the canyon resounds with the hallelujahs of angels A single breath contains the known and unkn…

Not always a spiritual meditation, nor often even what should be felt and achieved in the fast (the poems are striving for som…

Ramadan is such a slice of timelessness into time for us fasters, and a doorway to such miraculous moments throughout its rigo…

Splendid excitement of the coming day! Palaces might await us filled with the tangie…

The four corners of the universe can be seen as a little room deep inside the universe with planetary motions out each window …

A sandwich at noon is enough to frighten a field of crows A telephone ringing in an empty room is answered by the wind…

At the pivot end of a life (between this world and the next) all the sleek black horses lined up for inspection all the…

(Note: I attribute the title and theme of this poem, based on the word “Irene” to Shaykh Hamza Yusuf. While we were working on…

for Baji (who heard the geese overhead calling out: Allah! Allah!) Intense nighttime sessions of Light spangle the planetary a…

Ramadan is a gorgeous chorus repeated in a mist above glades of green wheat bending in blue light Ramadan meets itself coming …

If all my poems seem to end up in the same place it’s because I also want to end up there grateful to God…

Puppets can’t break their fast through their painted mouths Rocks can be said to be fasting forever Mountain “fastnesses” are …