To be 'in the world, but not of it' is the Sufi's ideal. Free from ambition, greed, pride and blind obedience to custom, the Sufi's heart abounds with love and laughter

If I know, I'll name it

Words,
I speak no words.
What can I say?
I left my voice outside the sama.
Feel, Dance, Whirl,
Love, Breathe,
Be….
I watch my bliss, from outside.
This body, that holds, my self,
Like the skin of a drum
Holds sound, reverberates.
Spinning in the arms
Of a presence,
Longing, longing
For sound and breath
And dance to be one.
Yearning, for there to be no I
No word.
Just the silence of the Universe
Spinning, whirling,
In slow kaleidoscopic motion,
Like the sun and the stars,
In the dance of love.