In a whirling devotion a sacred line is spinned,
An aura of love gets pinned.
Sealing a deep connection in a rhythmic flow,
A peaceful smile and a divine glow,
Swirling in godly love steady and slow,
The dance of the dervish makes way to a paradise of infinite mercy,
Where the soul sheds its skin and the heart finds its certainty.
A cloak of shadow falls away to the floor,
As ivory petals bloom from a celestial core.
One hand reaches for the heavens, the other grants grace to the earth,
A bridge of flesh and spirit, witnessing a second birth.
The white robe blooms like a lotus in a sea of silent sound,
As the ego dissolves like sugar, leaving only the beloved found.
The dance a deep connection to the cosmic heavens above and the hallowed ground.
@Mrunalini Nimbalkar
Feb 3
Feb 3, 2026 at 5:21 AM UTC
In a whirling devotion a sacred line is spinned,
An aura of love gets pinned.
Sealing a deep connection in a rhythmic flow,
A peaceful smile and a divine glow,
Swirling in godly love steady and slow,
The dance of the dervish makes way to a paradise of infinite mercy,
Where the soul sheds its skin and the heart finds its certainty.
A cloak of shadow falls away to the floor,
As ivory petals bloom from a celestial core.
One hand reaches for the heavens, the other grants grace to the earth,
A bridge of flesh and spirit, witnessing a second birth.
The white robe blooms like a lotus in a sea of silent sound,
As the ego dissolves like sugar, leaving only the beloved found.
The dance a deep connection to the cosmic heavens above and the hallowed ground.
@Mrunalini Nimbalkar
03.02.2026
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