It is enough to know that we are blessed With the recognition of this truly blessed month Whose measure is the same in its coming and going

A slave in silence I am all alone Among those many other human beings Whose love is sung Out loud in every tongue Solemnly before sunrise

To what do we owe the pleasure of earth Money or flesh, or power, or peace Gratitude for a new birth Or nothing in the least

(re: Imam an-Nawawi) My body is for my self, a city, The great estate, my inner faculty.

Van Gogh’s Boot from the Sunday Symposium What is Art For? The film is by Maria Rayhana Silvano

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The tall tale of a multi-squillion Squollar sale, So many abused, so few to avail. It’s not so pretty, this little city scene, One man stands, one sits, by a machine…. Where am I goin’? Where’ve I been? I’ve forgotten my PIN, for the bank machine.

The Falcon father-figure fulfilled His ill-will in the run of the Steel-mill, Whistle-stop tune till the end of day, That he may play the night away.

The second of Islam’s pillars is salat, the pivotal practice of the final deen, the cornerstone of every day’s routine, protecting shield of every Muslim’s heart.

In a moment of naked theological candor a flock of English Sparrows descends on my birdfeeder

Silent tears oh loss of loss, he drank the empty draught the hollow gulps of emptiness, that drank his heart to deep despair despair wept her tears of blood, another son ‘n daughter drank to deep, dark empty world, full!