Isn’t it time to collect all those words together words left idle like the leaves of your life? — Muhammad Habiby, from “Traces Remaining,” Beyond The Dunes: An Anthology of Modern Saudi Literature edited by Ezzat Khattab, Salma Khadra Jayyusi and Mansour al-Hazimi ( I. B. Tauris, 2006) Advertisements
The sound of water is deep, its form is serpent-like, its color green, and it is best heard in the roaring of the sea. The sound of fire is high pitched, its form is curled, and its color is red. It is heard in the falling of the thunderbolt and in a volcanic eruption. The… Continue reading Hazrat Inayat Khan
…it is difficult not to have a tragic view of life. — Salman Rushdie, Two Years Eight Months and Twenty-Eight Nights (Random House, 2015)
The music of the far-away summer flutters around the Autumn seeking its former nest. ― Rabindranath Tagore, “104,” Stray Birds. (Alpha Editions, October 27, 2017) Originally published 1913.
Wait, I want to say, your hips are more than a hotel, wait for it– your body is a place to stay. — Azra Tabassum, from “Ruin Does Not Look Like You,” Shaking the Trees.( Words Dance Publishing June 25, 2014)
Tonight I miss you like the sky misses his moon; a delicate epiphany growing on grass. I serenade the breeze into dancing a cha cha cha; the mountains echo in the background. September sky never looked more charming; or the sublime petals of the rose looked so graceful. ― Avijeet Das
People often ask me questions that I cannot very well answer in words, and it makes me sad to think they are unable to hear the voice of my silence. — Hazrat Inayat Khan