I have enjoyed reading your poetry very much.

May Allah Ta’ala grant you increase.

Wassalam
Ashraf Dockrat

Loving the poetry and will return iA in approx. 38 days -after exams to comment iA. Didn’t realise how much talent this Ummah had and how beautifully the Muslims remember Allaah SWT in their poetry.

Please – duas for me and my family and I can see myself being a HUGE addict on sites like this and the Muslims of Norwich one…….

Shu.

Wa ‘alaikum as-salaam

May Allah bless you, the shaykh and the entire community. And outward to all who follow the Deen with sincerity and himma.

And imagination! Here’s my poem, The Well, from Coattails of the Saint… about inspiration.

THE WELL

Some days there’s a well at the
bottom of my garden and

some days there’s none

A bucket appears in the air I’m
allowed to let down

A golden rope is attached that
shines in the sun

When I pull the bucket back up
it’s full of milk

Moonlight shines in the milk
and makes it silver

If you drink the milk you become
a version of the original

Your hand shows the landscape
your heart wants to reside in

The bucket’s let down in the dark
where shadows dwell

In the shadows are moving shapes
and occasionally speech

The air gets crowded with presences
asking for space

When you drink the milk time and
space get effaced

I call out to you from a
place far away

I see God’s angels streaming down to
earth with messages

Our singing can never reach
their intensity of song

A length of rope is let down
into the dark

Let the light anoint the
hand of your fate with its laughter

Your weeping will cease
and you’ll be made lighter

Some days there’s no well
at the bottom of my garden

But I hear its bucket
hit the sides and splash in the darkness

The echo if it rings in my ears
and my heart strains to listen

God is nearer than our jugular vein
we’re the far ones

Let the bucket down slowly
its golden rope will serve you

Delicious silvery milk
is the resulting secret

There’s so much light everywhere
it begins to hurt a little

Let God’s light allow
every other light to be lit

Some days a well appears
some days not

When it doesn’t appear we praise its source
when it does we become it

Let God’s voice allow the light
to surface

Moon and sunlight
glitter on its shining surface

When we lean in to see
a face appears that’s not our face

It’s not a face at all
it’s a version of the original

I don’t think the well will appear again
and then it’s there

My job is to wait and listen
and keep the garden clear

Your job O God is
to fill us with wonder
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Send me some of your poems, insha’Allah… my email: abdalhayy@danielmoorepoetry.com

ma-salaama

Your work is like the fresh beautiful billowing curtains from a window to the next world.

There is a deep resonance of peace and love in your words.

I’m a young poet living in Montreal. I have a background in theater and acting as well. I belong to the Montreal sufi center there- we follow the Naqshbandi lineage- headed by our beloved teacher Shaykh Nazim Effendi, who resides in Cyprus.

I look forward to browsing your site and reading more of your work.

I became muslim in 2003 and have followed the path since 2005

Pray for us in this blessed month and I’m wishing the best for you and your family

May the love of Rasulallah and his inheritors shine brighter in all our hearts.

sayfudeen

Great website! I was reading your conversion story and I was wondering if you could expand on this:

“The prophetic knowledge our guide talked about was a kind of
spiritual existentialism. It was a matter of how you enter a room, which foot
you entered with, that you sipped water but gulped mild, that you said
“bismillah” (In the name of Allah) before eating or drinking, and
“alhamdulillah” (Praise be to Allah) afterwards, and so on. But rather than
seeing this as a burden of hundreds of “how-to’s”, it was more like what the
LSD experience taught us, that there is a “right” way to do things that has, if
you will, a cosmic resonance. It is a constant awareness of courtesy to the
Creator and His creation that in itself ensures and almost visionary
intensity.”

I want to know specifically what those LSD experiences showed you–if you could describe it, it would be nice as I have never done anything of that kind, nor do I intend to.