a voiceout of this world
calls on our soul
to wake up and rise
this soul of ours
is like a flame
with more smoke than light
blackening our vision
letting no light through
lessen the smoke and
more light brightens your house
the house you dwell in now
and the abode
you'll eventually move to
now my precious soul
how long are you going to
waste yourself
in this wandering journey
can't you hear the voice
can't you use your swifter wings
and answer the call
... Mevlana Jalalludin Rumi
3 comments:
I feel the rain coming.
Don't you feel like knocking your head on the wall sometimes cus you feel like the greatest idiot of all?
So. The whirling dervish.. Is it a dance... or not? :-)
God and time have no physical attribute that we can see or grasp. Hence its easily slipped away. Its there and always there and I failed to realise it. Sigh!
Thanks for sharing dear Hoopoe.
saedah,
the whirling dervish ... has a long historical connection and realistically, has many facets to it.
ask me in class and we can have the class discuss this together :)
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