From The Soft Rope We Are by Daniel Abdal-Hayy Moore

From the soft rope we arefrom the jagged tear in a canvas we arefrom the wrecked and twisted bicycle we arefrom the lengthy shadow of a lost world we arefrom flickers at the edge of a dark wood…

The Logic of Love in Muhammad Iqbal and Rabindranath Tagore – Talk by Dr. Hina Khalid

In her talk Dr. Hina Khalid gave us a fascinating comparison of the logic of love in the work of Iqbal and Tagore. Watch the recording for a thought-provoking exploration of their overlapping and spiritually refreshing outlooks on love. You can…

Poetry Book Reading: Peace Be Upon Us by Iljas Baker

It was wonderful listening to Iljas Baker reading from his poetry collection Peace Be Upon Us and discussing what inspired his writing and his spiritual journey from Buddhism to Subud and Islam. Watch the replay below for uplifting…

Poetry Book Reading: Scud Missile Blues by Amal Kassir

It was wonderful talking to Amal Kassir about her new poetry collection Scud Missile Blues. Watch the recording for powerful pieces of poetry and reflections from a Syrian point of view that give a better understanding of the…

The Daniel Abdal-Hayy Moore Ecstatic Poetry Prize 2025

Entires for the 2025 competition are now closed.The Ecstatic Exchange is delighted to announce the very first Daniel Abdal-Hayy Moore Ecstatic Poetry Prize, in collaboration with Lote Tree Press!Daniel Abdal-Hayy Moore (1940-2016, rahimahullah) was a pioneering American Beat-turned-Sufi poet. He authored dozens…

Friends that were… a poem by Amir Khusrau

Friends that were – I do not know where they areO Lord, what day was it that they were divided from us?If the new spring should come, asking after those friendsSay, ‘O gentle breeze, those roses have all turned to weeds!’O…

“I have turned away from all creation” by Rabia al-Adawiyyah

My peace, O my brothers, lies in my solitudeAnd my Beloved is always in my presenceThere is no exchange for my longing for HimAnd longing for Him is my trial in this worldIn whatever direction I witness His…

My Father’s Tongue by Amal Kassir

I once asked my father what language he dreams in and he did not know the answer to this question. In fact, the question startled him. He’s spent more of his life here in America than in his…