Whirling Dervish Drawing by Nader Shernouda
desert the black cloak
profane worldly garb
for terrestrial graves
hear the mystical lyric
step outside existence
find the infinitesimal axis
from camelhair tombstone
to flaring white shroud
ego flown to the hem
of its circling proximity
sense of self altered a
body transformed into
essence of movement
keep faith with the
turning the turning the
turning toward rapture
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Loved reading it. Thank you for sharing
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much appreciated
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One of my beloved poets…
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he has a world of followers
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Rumi is one of my favorites, too. This year I am collecting one of his poems a day. (I’m a little behind.) The swirling and spinning look so spiritually fun.
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the influence that dervishes had on him was profound
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Love the final 3 lines especially.
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Most welcome.
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