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In your light I learn how to love.In your beauty, how to make poems. You dance inside my chest,where no one sees you, but sometimes I do,and that sight becomes this art.
The Prophet said, “There are some who see meby the same light in which I am seeing them.Our natures are one. Without reference to any strandsof lineage, without reference to texts or traditions,we drink the life-water together.”Here’s a story about…
I want to say words that flameas I say them, but I keep quiet and don’t tryto make both worlds fit in one mouthful. I keep secret in myself an Egyptthat doesn’t exist.Is that good or bad? I don’t know.…
The harper had grown old. His voice was choked soundingand harsh, and some of his harp strings were broken.He went to the graveyard at Medina and wept. “Lord,you’ve always accepted counterfeit coins from me!Take these prayers again, and give me…
A dervish knocked at a houseto ask for a piece of dry bread,or moist, it didn’t matter. “This is not a bakery,” said the owner. “Might you have a bit of gristle then?” “Does this look like a butchershop?” “A…
I honor those who tryto rid themselves of any lying,who empty the selfand have only clear being there.
The core of masculinity does not derivefrom being male,nor friendliness from those who console. Your old grandmother says, “Maybe you shouldn’tgo to school. You look a little pale.” Run when you hear that.A father’s stern slaps are better. Your bodily…
A naked man jumps in the river, hornets swarmingabove him. The water is the zikr, remembering,There is no reality but God. There is only God. The hornets are his sexual remembering, this woman,that woman. Or if a woman, this man,…
Some commentary on I was a hidden treasure,and I desired to be known: tear down this house. A hundred thousand new housescan be built from the transparent yellow carnelian buried beneath it, and the only way to get to thatis…
This place is a dream.Only a sleeper considers it real.Then death comes like dawn,and you wake up laughingat what you thought was your grief.But there’s a difference with this dream. Everything cruel and unconsciousdone in the illusion of the present…