This week, a beautiful poem from a beautiful soul and one of my favorite bloggers!
Irving Karchmar has been a writer, editor and poet for many years, and a darvish of the Nimatullahi Sufi Order since 1992. He is the author of Master of the Jinn: A Sufi Novel and writes the Darvish blog.
Enjoy!
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The Language of Love
The language of love has no words
Listen
For God’s sake
The syntax of the heart’s longing
Is silence
Neither noun nor verb nor consonant
Why all this talk then, O Lover?
Sit and wait
Slow the heartbeat, ease the breath
Unless you become thought
Less
There is no room in you for Hu
Poetry is self-indulgence
Words a veil,
Silence, silence, silence
And the Beloved bursts forth
Everywhere
And all is Love
- Irving Karchmar, May 2007
Published in Sufi Magazine (Winter 2007, No. 74)
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January 28, 2008 at 4:59 am
Irving
Thank you, dear Sister Baraka
Your Monday poetry has inspired me too, and I added a poem from a blogger is India about fathers and daughters.
May it warm you
Ya Haqq!
January 28, 2008 at 1:51 pm
maximus mercury
Poetry is self-indulgence
Words a veil,
Silence, silence, silence
I often feel like that about my own attempts at reaching & comprehending.
January 29, 2008 at 3:23 pm
Baraka
Salaam all:
Irving: Thank you for letting me highlight your beautiful poem dear brother!
MM: Glad you liked it too – it has helped me think of silence in a totally different way.
Warmly,
Baraka