Sufi in America


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While I stand with solidarity with my Muslim brothers and sisters, I must make the statement that not all Muslims have long beards, wear hijabs or are super religious.

In fact, my interpretation of Islam would likely be deemed too liberal for the hardline orthodoxy. But that’s when things get political. Just keep in mind, there is a difference between intellectual Islam, spiritual Islam, orthodox Islam and politicized Islam.

I do believe in moderating one’s behavior, in moderation, which means hardliners and orthodox Muslims are out of place when they pass judgment upon other Muslims (and non-muslims too, but for the sake of the subject, I will focus on inter-Islamic relations).

Many of the misconceptions about Islam are politically engineered, so I don’t even bother addressing them, because I know in my heart that Islam at its inception would have been averse to the modern forms of politicized Islam or Islamism that pervades the Muslim world.

The most important aspect of religion has little to do with rules, dogmas and tradition, a mon avis. On the contrary, the primary message of Islam is one of the heart; of compassion and kindness. But the focus these days is on “limiting behavior”. To me, this is un-Islamic.

We need religious clerics to stop playing God, and for money to stop falling into their hands.

Excerpts from the Red Journal


My heart’s tremors are there to remind me,
Of the realization I perhaps once knew,
Was I not sure just yesterday,
Of which direction the wind blew?

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softly


live and be happy

stress not and worry

only for good

never for worse

picture the life

mirror the life

you want to live

whether its right

or wrong

DUES


Who is this looking at me so ludicrous,

My mind is a jungle and my eyes uterus,

Birth a new vision yall can see truth exist,

Earn a few wishes I can be humorous,

Funny kind of humor but I be serious,

At times I see through hooligans,

Let me tell you dudes what I do to present this,

I write my own but I got dues to the bestest.

that is all


The past is the past. That is all.

as if for the first time


in everything there is an answer,

in your smile; in his;

in the way we laugh, when, like kids,

we kiss…

White Feathers


Your veil makes you that much more,

Attractive to my inner yearnings,

Oh how I wish that I could be,

Underneath that cotton surface

covering your head, tracing along your hair,

Down your arched spine.

I see you in my dreams,

Lying on the softness of my bed sheets,

Your olive skin against them,

Drowning in a pool of white feathers;

They fall from my pillowcases,

Into the nakedness between your thighs.

Inner Turmoil


by Tim Essex

What will tomorrow’s weather bring,

What will the weather bring,

Tomorrow when…yes, tomorrow,

How am I to track every thing?

 

Thought I’d dance this night away,

While yesterday I yearned to sing,

Today my studies are still unfinished,

My anxiousness is lingering.

 

I’ve done what ought to be done,

What I lost before has been won,

But what of tomorrow; what will it bring?

Imagine if we have no sun.

Transcending


Asher B. Durand

Have you known a man who cries when he sings,

When he presses against the white key, his music rings,

Like a wasp, his music stings,

Piercing layers binding spirits to beings.

 

He lives in magic, and flies without wings,

There’s a soul upon his body, whispering things,

Swallowing his spirit, breathing his lyric,

They make love like music, and moan acoustic.

 

Together, they shatter dreams into figments,

And reality into pigments,

Of shades and colours, purples and blues,

And remain there forever, engrained in the wind.