She was perturbed. She thought the only thing that could protect her was her prayers. He thought that her silly superstitions and worries would fade away. She had the ability to survive any circumstance, especially when left without a choice. She had the endurance and resilience of a good human being. She wanted to start […]
It was fate that led us through desert sands In full moonlight Where inspired dreams on mountains Floated us toward distant stars The poetry of my fate pierces through prisms of awakened souls, Triumphant in the language of souls in the presence of true witnesses The whole world has become a place of exile in […]
Violent thundering storms cut through my soul Carving into the bone of reason, setting it free Shattering illusions of darkness, casting light inside light Felt with vibrating collisions of warmth and chill in all senses My heart joins you Like rivers join ocean waves Like clouds of salt thrown wild in the heat of summer […]
Truth is truth, whatever its source. Since 9/11 there has been some wild stuff said about Islam and Muslims, dangerous when digested by the ill-informed. There is too much misunderstanding about the Middle East by Westerners and there is too much misunderstanding about Westerners in the Middle East. Both situations are dangerous. Reality consists of […]
A short presentation on some of the themes explored in Deserts and Mountains, a novel by Yilmaz Alimoglu. The story follows one man’s transformative journey through the past, during which he gains a deeper understanding of the present. Ali Dogan is a man in search of identity in a world where none is given, a […]
Qārūn was very proud of his wealth and property; it was more than he could stomach when his cousin, the venerable Moses, began calling his people to Allāh. Jealousy and envy prevented him from believing in the Prophethood of Allāh’s Converser. He went to a prostitute and said: “Listen to me. Tomorrow, Moses will be […]
Hallaj’s corpse was burnt and when the flame Subsided, to the pyre a sufi came Who stirred the ashes with his staff and said: ‘Where has that cry “I am the Truth” now fled? All that you cried, all that you saw and knew, Was but the prelude to what now is true. The essence […]
A voice speaks to Zulnoon Zulnoon said: “I was in the desert once. Trusting in God, I’d brought no sustenance – I came on forty men ahead of me, Dressed all in rags, a closed community. My heart was moved. ‘O God,’ I cried, ‘take heed, What wretched lives you make your pilgrims lead!’ ‘We […]
Salaam and Greetings of Peace:
God hath treasures beneath the Throne,
the keys whereof are the tongues of poets.
- a saying of the Prophet (pbuh)
Welcome to the 3rd Annual Sufi Poetry Carnival, co-hosted by our brother Sadiq of the highly acclaimed Technology of the Heart blog.
The Carnival will run from April 7th to April 30th, during National Poetry Month in the US, and will be posted on our blogs on May 7th, inshallah. The Sufi theme this year is:
The Mystic Heart
If you have a blog or website, you can submit a direct link of your poem. If you don’t have a blog or website, you can email your submission to the address below, with the subject line: Sufi Poetry Carnival
All May Enter: We are all spiritual beings having a human experience, so may submit their poetry, whether a Sufi or not, as long as the poetry is in English and the Mystic Heart theme is followed.
Send your links and entries to me at: Irvingk1945@gmail.com
And please send a duplicate copy to Sadiq at firstname.lastname@example.org
We will then each post a selection of the poems chosen
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.
By Jalaluddin Rumi
That moon, which the sky ne’er saw even in dreams, has returned
And brought a fire no water can quench.
See the body’ s house, and see my. soul,
This made drunken and that desolate by the cup of his love.
When the host of the tavern became my heart-mate,
My blood turned to wine and my heart to kabab.
When the eye is filled with thought of him, a voice arrives :
W ell done, O flagon, and bravo, wine!
Love’s fingers tear up, root and stem,
Every house where sunbeams fall from love.
When my heart saw love’s sea, of a sudden
It left me and leaped in, crying, , Find me.’
The face of Shamsi Din, Tabriz’s glory, is the sun
In whose track the cloud-like hearts are moving.
From Divan-i Shams
translated by R. A. Nicholson