Katherine Schimmel: A Meeting in a Garden and a Mystic Pen
Jalal and Jamal
Remembering the Life of Annemarie Schimmel
I walk And the blood of my feet Transforms the stones into roses. I walk And the tears of my eyes Water the desert shrubs, Everyday the same sun, scorching, merciless, white, And at nightfall the wind, cutting my heart and my hope.
On a bitterly cold, windy spring day in 1992, during her final semester at Harvard, Dr. Annemarie Schimmel gave the second in a series of lectures to an audience of rapt students. It is one of my favorites, as her talk stands to be a true testament of a lifetime of scholarly wisdom brilliantly compressed into a mere hour.
Waiting for Kutmir
Dr. William Chittick Remembers
Dr. William Graham Remembers
Look! This is Love
Look! This is Love — to fly toward the heavens, To tear a hundred veils in ev’ry wink, To tear a hundred veils at the beginning,