This Moment

May 25, 2019

We are not promised tomorrow
Nor even the next hour

We have only this moment
For good or ill

To spend in kindness or anger
In calmness or spite

Of such moments
Our life is made

To move forward
Or stand still

To be remembered
In memory and blood

To be counted or discounted
When we pass on

Choose wisely
Make it count

– Irving Karchmar, © 2019

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In Memory of Dr. Javad Nurbakhsh

December 8, 2017

LS2G Love is the Answer to

Salaam and Greetings of Peace:

Sunday, December 10th would have been the 91st birthday of Dr. Javad Nurbakhsh (12/10/1926 – 10/10/2008), the late and much beloved Master of the Nimatullahi Sufi Order,  may God sanctify his secret. In his memory, this poem is dedicated.

Love is the answer
to every question

An ocean emerging
from a drop

This you taught us by your
every word, every action,

The revealed science
of the heart, the key

to the door of the spirit
that is never locked

To serve the One,
serve all, you said,

Eat but a little,
Feed the soul instead

As long as life
remains, and then

The drop returns
to the Ocean again,

Of Love, of Love, of Love

Ya Pir! Ya Hayy!

Ya Haqq!


In Memory of Dr. Javad Nurbakhsh

December 10, 2016

LS2G Love is the Answer to

Salaam and Greetings of Peace:

Saturday, December 10th would have been the 90th birthday of Dr. Javad Nurbakhsh (12/10/1926 – 10/10/2008), the late and beloved Master of the Nimatullahi Sufi Order,  may God sanctify his secret. In his memory, this poem is dedicated.

Love is the answer
to every question

An ocean emerging
from a drop

This you taught us by your
every word, every action,

The revealed science
of the heart, the key

to the door of the spirit
that is never locked

To serve the One,
serve all, you said,

Eat but a little,
Feed the soul instead

As long as life
remains, and then

The drop returns
to the Ocean again,

Of Love, of Love, of Love

Ya Pir! Ya Hayy!

Ya Haqq!


“I lost my way…” Psalm from the Book of Mercy by Leonard Cohen

October 6, 2014

Salaam and Greetings of Peace:

“I lost my way, I forgot to call on your name. The raw heart beat against the world, and the tears were for my lost victory. But you are here. You have always been here. The world is all forgetting, and the heart is a rage of directions, but your name unifies the heart, and the world is lifted into its place. Blessed is the one who waits in the travellers heart for his turning.”

Leonard Cohen  (from his classic book of contemporary psalms “The Book of Mercy”)

Ya Haqq!


I Will Tell Thee What It Is To Love

June 17, 2014

Love? I will tell thee what it is to love!
It is to build with human thoughts a shrine,
Where Hope sits brooding like a beauteous dove;
Where Time seems young, and Life a thing divine.
All tastes, all pleasures, all desires combine
To consecrate this sanctuary of bliss.
Above, the stars in cloudless beauty shine;
Around, the streams their flowery margins kiss;
And if there’s heaven on earth, that heaven is surely this.

Yes, this is love, the steadfast and the true,
The immortal glory which hath never set;
The best, the brightest boon the heart e’er knew:
Of all life’s sweets the very sweetest yet!
O’ who but can recall the eve they met
To breathe, in some green walk, their first young vow?
While summer flowers with moonlight dews were wet,
And winds sighed soft around the mountain’s brow,
And all was rapture then which is but memory now!

– Charles Swain


A Sort of a Song – Poetry by William Carlos Williams

January 23, 2014

Let the snake wait under
his weed
and the writing
be of words, slow and quick, sharp
to strike, quiet to wait,
sleepless.
— through metaphor to reconcile
the people and the stones.
Compose. (No ideas
but in things) Invent.
Saxifrage is my flower that splits
the rocks.

– William Carlos Williams


I have given up religion

May 21, 2013
I have given up religion
and follow only Love

Mullahs, Priests and Rabbis
Imams, Buddhists, Zoroastrians,
All laugh at my naivete
But my ears hear only You

Beards and robes and cassocks
outward signs of piety

Mean nothing, are worthless
without a heart of love

Heaven and hell are empty
tales to frighten children

Only to You do we return
home at last, home at last

Good and evil counterbalance
men and women, all that live 

drops falling into the Ocean
Home at last, home at last

- Irving Karchmar, 2013