whirling dervish

i go around that pole so many times

do you see me? 

like a whirling dervish 

my skirt stretched out in the wind 

then the notes come like music 

soft, sweet and brazen in the sun

the notes rise like incense in the air 

fine and fragrant 

and the moonlight bears down like 

gold rays on the water 

spinning, spinning tunes like this 

see this is the cosmic dance of life 

dervish

and this tune rises of this dance in sync 

with God 

whirling dervish

i don't know the geometry of the notes 

how they blend like music sweet 

i simply let my mind become that symphony 

of life 

streaked with tears of the soul

and sugared with divine love 

i just let my hands go like this and then 

there is something that comes 

forward 

on the page 

for when i settle down into this flow of one 

then i write the words today

dervish is here, the ascetic one 

clear, brazen and whirling 

dervish

around the pole like spinning light 

fine and still

this music comes and i know not the way of it 

but here it is 

soul to soul to nothing and onward 

flying like a dream tonite 

my time is ending in this whirl

but see i cannot speak easily of it 

and the waters of life flow in

clear 

whirling dervish

stained with love and sugared with life 

melting inside 

i spin, protected in this shell?

oh no, i am not that 

you see it that way maybe?

come on and sit with men that laugh 

and have no time for worry 

do not spend time on insanity of lies 

come now 

spin with me 

whirling dervish

when i spin, there comes a stillness 

inside

and i forget that dance of ego

like a one that lives just this moment 

and like a one that lives in silence 

seeker, do you know this dance?

take it with you 

and cry no more 

whirling dervish

the ascetic one