Monday, March 24, 2008

Dance of the Lord

The flute plays, the drums roll,
The dervish dances, lo behold!
To acknowledge Your presence, My Love
Baring open for all to see his soul.

Entranced stand I, as he glides past me,
Mesmerized am I, as he whirls around me,
His eyes closed, his consciousness has left him,
As he moves closer to The One Unknown.

His hands bent like a teapot, he rains onto me,
This brilliance, this light only I can see,
That blinds me, and sends me into a trance,
And I begin to whirl around, as I search for Thee.

My eyes have gone blind as I now see,
Your radiance, Your beauty, Your lack of form,
Your vastness, Your minuteness, Your invasiveness,
That You lie within all, including the dervish and me.

The flute plays, the drums roll,
The dervish dances, lo behold!
My Love, I acknowledge Your presence
As I Bare open for all to see You in my soul.

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