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The wandering minstrel, sung a song that kept hidden, deep in his lonely heart, it touched the dancing girl so much, she sprang up on her feet unprompted, and danced the way the song spoke to her. Oh! it was marvelous and she was swift like a lightening during monsoon, there was a subtle absence that heightened her presence, her admirers, a whole lot, was caught by surprise, strangely, they got agitated, as her move was unexpected, that stirred a hornet's nest which, then  led to a melee of sorts, every one was running helter- skelter, while the whirlwind swirled around, the girl still danced like possessed. Only now they saw the Dervish, with long white hair and flowing dress, while he gently circled, his aura bright created a dazzling circle of light. It became difficult to see what happens, to most, without the inner light. **To the few with opened inner eyes it was revealed at once thus: the swirling dervish, the ecstatic dancer and the wandering minstrel lost in  his song went beyond, became one in spirit.**
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Feb 6, 2013
Feb 6, 2013 at 11:46 PM UTC
The mystical moment of oneness.
The wandering minstrel, sung a song that kept hidden, deep in his lonely heart, it touched the dancing girl so much, she sprang up on her feet unprompted, and danced the way the song spoke to her. Oh! it was marvelous and she was swift like a lightening during monsoon, there was a subtle absence that heightened her presence, her admirers, a whole lot, was caught by surprise, strangely, they got agitated, as her move was unexpected, that stirred a hornet's nest which, then  led to a melee of sorts, every one was running helter- skelter, while the whirlwind swirled around, the girl still danced like possessed. Only now they saw the Dervish, with long white hair and flowing dress, while he gently circled, his aura bright created a dazzling circle of light. It became difficult to see what happens, to most, without the inner light. **To the few with opened inner eyes it was revealed at once thus: the swirling dervish, the ecstatic dancer and the wandering minstrel lost in  his song went beyond, became one in spirit.**
k-balachandran
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Feb 6, 2013
Feb 6, 2013 at 11:46 PM UTC
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