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Daniel Abdal-Hayy Moore (1940 - 2016) was a trailblazing Muslim American poet whose distinctive voice echoes the Romantics, the Beats, the Surrealists, and the Sufis who articulated the spiritual path he chose and loved. Sparkling with wit and acuity, yet rich in human tenderness, Moore's poetry takes the reader on a breathtaking adventure into the mystery of existence and our encounter with the Divine in his own brand of "sacred surrealism."For the first time, a selection of Moore's quintessential poems - including several that are previously unpublished - have been gathered from over 60 manuscripts in this volume, together with an Introduction by Abdul-Rehman Malik, reflections from his daughter Salihah Moore, a biography, and a list of his complete works.
THE ENIGMA OF IT ALL The enigma of it all stood up and spread out its feathery arms All the doubts and gnarly creatures disappeared from around it fleeing into scarlet woods and back into weeping trees The resplendent enigma straddling the two worlds and all the others intersecting them in the tiniest details of our lives the true enigma in puzzling feathers the one of heavy tread and light repartee who holds conversations in our heads yet contains the golden knot of perfect explanation in its core...
"White noise" is "a random signal with a constant power spectral density," says Google. "Such a signal is heard as a hissing sound, resembling the 'sh' sound in 'ash'. In music and acoustics, the term 'white noise' may be used for any signal that has a similar hissing sound." After chemo and radiation my oncologist asked if I heard a hissing sound in my ears. I said no, having always thought of it as the Music of the Spheres. It's the background silence that is pure, whose purity is expressed as a "hissing sound." Not of snakes, but of bliss. Or the whoosh of the sacred perveyors of bliss. And in the Unseen Next World that's an inconceivable state, herein called "silvery."TAKE ONE STEP FORWARD / it all turns to light // But to pour from onebottle to another / step back // At just the right balance / it pours itself...
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