The Whirling Dervish

(pictures from internet)

The Whirling Dervish
Wearing a “tomb of man” tall rouge fez and a gown of purity
The whirling dervish twirls in a frenzied dance to his almighty
Unflappable, affable in communion with his maker in motion
Bathed in light of action, moistened in oils of intense devotion

His form a moving temple of worship, creating pools of ecstasy
Defying, denying the lines and whorls of written fate n prophecy
Burning with intensity, awash in sheer other worldly spiritual delight
Attempting to break destiny’s portend with pent up obsessive might


 Oasis of abundant ecstatic devotion are they, a soothing healing energy
These fervent dervishes are an accident about to happen in heaven’s glory
Whirling rapidly to induce in themselves a dizzy, mystical state of bliss
Religious mendicants are they- gyrating spinning into a trance like this

The whirling dervishes twirl in a frenzied dance to please the almighty
Chanting praises as acts of offering to Maker, in throes of spirituality
Revolving, cyclically following circular paths akin to planets in orbits
Rotating on axis of feet, arms stretched for divine  manna droplets


Creating picture perfect paintings in motion, visually
Dervishes cover others n self in mantle of  devotion verily
The whirling twirl is a frenzied offering to the almighty
Gyrations, revolutions,  generating an aura of spirituality

Magnificent spinning tops, gyrating into inward vortex of divinity
Deaf and blind to all else happening in n around their vicinity
Without any commotions, only pure rotations in sheer motion
whirling, twirling endlessly, relentlessly invoking pure devotion


 To be a Sufi is to cease from taking trouble; and there is no
greater trouble for thee than thine own self, for when thou
 artoccupied with thyself, thou remainest away from God.
Abu Sa’id


There wouldn’t be such a thing as counterfeit gold if there were no real gold somewhere.- Sufi Proverb
 When the heart grieves over what is has lost, the spirit rejoices over what it has left.- Sufi Epigram

Just as in earthly life lovers long for the moment when they are able to breathe
 forth their love for each other, to let their souls blend in a soft whisper, so the
 mystic longs for the moment when in prayer he can, as it were, creep into God.
Soren Kierkegaard Danish, Philosopher


Mysticism and exaggeration go together. A mystic must not fear ridicule if
 he is to push all the way to the limits of humility or the limits of delight.
Milan Kundera Czechoslovakian, Writer


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