Sufi Poetry Quotes

Make me drunk.
Make me drunk, Beloved.
I crave your drink.
Break these thought chains
and tear these garments.
I crave your nakedness.
I'm speaking to you.
I'm speaking to you, Beloved
Take me to the depths of your ocean.
I'm thirsting for your drink.
I have followed the scent
of your intoxicating perfume
and having arrived at this altar,
I sacrifice my body for your soul.
Oh Beloved, make me drunk.
Make me drunk! ~ Kamand Kojouri

Sufi poetry is, in a sense, self-help poetry about how to live a decent life, how to deal with your mortality. ~ Mohsin Hamid

THE DANCE OF ANGELS

Suzy Kassem

He spins and spins and spins
To remove all three layers of him
And with devout discipline
He spirals to ignite the light within.
He becomes a part
Of the solar system
And spirals to its cosmic hymn.
His soul transcends through
The mouth of God
To join the source
Of everything.

He turns and turns and turns
To open up windows to the universe
And with each circle of love he twirls
The love in his heart
Radiates and bursts.
His thirst for a meeting with the divine
Has been his only quest since birth,
And while rotating like the hand of time
He sings the 'AH' of an angel's verse.
As he turns and turns and turns
A million emotions and vibrations submerge
A luminous spectacle worth a million candles,
The Sufi dancer is poetry without
Words.


THE DANCE OF ANGELS by Suzy Kassem ~ Suzy Kassem

There is a defect in us
as human beings
because we think ourselves
a fortress, a mountain, unbreakable
but at the center
in that stillness of being
there is a chasm
of love
which echoes hope, compassion, empathy
try again, it says
and though the fault lines are full of darkness
we are held together by
the optimism and foolishness
of a single spark ~ Nadia Hasan

So what if the air
in Paris smells of romance?
My shirt smells of you. ~ Pooja Nansi

She, however, stood and said nothing. / Small, unnoticed, she stood in the crowd, listened, and said / nothing. ~ Gertrud Kolmar

I'd love to give you something
but what would help? ~ Ikkyu

A passing face together with his grief turned you into a weeping Madonna ... ~ John Geddes

Never mock a sin of mine until you have walked a mile in my moccasins ~ Neil Gevisser

However, poetry does not live solely in books or in school anthologies. ~ Eugenio Montale

Poetry is a string of words that parades without a permit. ~ Linda Hogan

On the path of Love we are neither masters nor the owners of our lives. We are only a brush in the hand of the Master Painter. ~ Rumi

Songs given at night will bury themselves (as seeds do) in the dark in you, to shoot a shoot up come morning. Come, give them water. ~ Allison Boyd Justus

We are all of us Apollos serving some Admetus. ~ Henry David Thoreau

Rural poetry is the pleasure ground of those who live in cities. ~ Samuel Palmer

Try to be thoughtful,
don't make the poor man say it;
see how human he is,
he has children of his own,
it is your job to ask:
Is she dead?
And he will nod and say yes
And now he can never not nod.
And now he can never say no.
And now he can never not say
yes. ~ Kathleen Sheeder Bonanno

He wanted to imprison his nameless misery in words. ~ Aldous Huxley

Programming is not easy like Sunday morning, it is silent poetry. ~ Waseem Latif

If poetry introduces the strange, it does so by means of the familiar. The poetic is the familiar dissolving into the strange, and ourselves wit it. It never dispossesses us entirely, for the words, the images (once dissolved) are charged with emotions already experienced, attached to objects which link them to the known. ~ Georges Bataille

She wished she had a little yellow house of her own, with a flower box full of real flowers and herbs – pansies and rosemary – and a sweet lover who would swing dance with her in the evenings and cook pasta and read poetry aloud. ~ Francesca Lia Block

the blindest people think
they can see the most ~ Dahi Tamara Koch

Some days they confuse the walls of their cage with their skin. ~ Traci Brimhall

In the calm violence of your being, desire. ~ Carole Maso

The experimental poetry thing is not my thing. It's a programme of the avant-garde: basically a refusal of the kind of poetry I write. ~ Seamus Heaney

Sometimes he would advise me to read poetry, and would send me in his letters quantities of verses and whole poems, which he wrote from memory. 'Read poetry,' he wrote: 'poetry makes men better.' How often, in my later life, I realized the truth of this remark of his! Read poetry: it makes men better. ~ Pyotr Kropotkin

Come with me
And you will find
What's been trapped
Inside my mind... ~ K.B. Lewis

My own sense is that fiction is inching its way over to join poetry on the cultural margin. It's an area of passionate concern for me, as for many people, but it's nowhere near as central to the culture as it used to be. ~ Matthew Specktor

I've done a number of readings at poetry lounges in Vancouver and Los Angeles. I've compiled a book of poetry that's completed, and two others I'm working on. ~ Corin Nemec

Gazing from the moon, we see one earth, without borders, Mother Earth, her embrace encircling one people, humankind. ~ Frederick Glaysher

The storms inside uncoil
into sky held calm by far seeing eyes
Memories dressed in the translucent
trickery of the mind,
so as to wear life upon themselves,
give up their tired dance and run
into free frequency ~ Tamara Rendell

The one who pulls the puppet strings knows fairytales can heal. ~ Sally Odgers

1.I WON'T SHAM

Why pretend all is well, yet in hurt
When inside I'm dying for your affection?
Why should l flout you?
When my heart yearns for communion?

'l don't care' cries the broken hearted
When inside the heart cries for love
When the very reason they are crying
Is them they are pretending to slur

'l never loved you' cries the divorced
When their heart bleeds for love, just one act of love
The one that brought them together at first
The very reason they even got married

'l hate you' cries the frustrated
When fulfillment is all they long for
The reality of which is still a fallacy to them
If only they could hold on just a little longer

'That's a dry joke' cries the scowling
When laughter is what they long for
In as much as they pretend to frown
Merriment is still so true in their hearts

But, l hate to say goodbye, when all l want is to be with you
I hate to walk away, when l could have gone with you
You'd make me sad by waving goodbye
When all that's true is for you and me to be together

I hate to shout at you, when l can just speak tenderly
l hate to hang you down on the phone,
When l could have said a little more to make you blissful
I hate to say goodnight when l'm not heavy-eyed myself

All that's real to me is l abhor to be a dummy
But hold on my love, l WON'T SHAM.... ~ TinMasun

The Cinema seems to have been invented to express the life of the subconscious, the roots of which penetrate poetry so deeply ~ Luis Bunuel

Never did Poesy appear So full of heaven to me, as when I saw how it would pierce through pride and fear To the lives of coarsest men. ~ James Russell Lowell

Autumn
The passion
Is still flourishing in the branches
Yellow funny and daring red
The sun warms even in the days
Where the fog
Stubbornly in the morning
From a distance
A woodpecker knocks
Impermanence
Is the enemy of beauty ~ Kristian Goldmund Aumann

You were the ocean
and we were the land
You lay down unflinching
You lay down forgetting
And you were the ocean
and we were the land ~ Tamara Rendell

Books measure time in both moments and years.
We all grow old but the stories never will. ~ R.M. Engelhardt

Words
will
scratch
more
hearts
than
swords. ~ Atticus Poetry