In sync with the cosmic rhythm Dervish
Where lonely camels roam, dunes in darkness lay
And myriads of stars glow in disarray. Solely the morning star, lone wanderer, shines bright And thus illuminates this dark Arabian night. As the gleaming eye of heaven rises in the East, wake the weary nomad and his weary beast. And as it reaches zenith, the heat burning the flesh, they reach their destination: the vibrant Marrakech. Explosion of colors, spices galore Sold on bazaars selling infinitely more A snake tamer plays his tunes in a trance and the dervishes do their habitual dance. And with every turn, every swish, every sway, Unfolds like a dream the Arabian day. 'Til the sun sets again in this wondrous land To darken once more the kingdom of sand.
Oh you fretful bee!
All Heaven and earth are yours God never runs empty
When you see sin
Look again If you still see it Look again Keep blinking until you no longer see it this is the way of the Mystic At the end of this way is the Promise
In the ecstasy of her love
I felt like a dervish Wanting to whirl dance And... She came... And came into my arms In the melody of her whispers Our bodies swang, Our gaits swayed in the rhythm and Claps of the onlooking air-waves While our souls danced to the drums Of our heartbeats...
If he were alive today,
I would send birthday wishes his way. For he fills my heart with happiness, As his words sing out with spectacular displays. From beyond the stars, beyond the moons, Beyond the galaxies and the milky ways. His words continue to resonate His flute carries them this way. His legacy around for hundreds of years, His message, one so clear. Combining and encouraging all nature to be, All loving and sincere. © Robert Kingston 30.9.15
A poem to celebrate the life of Rumi. Written for his birthday. He remains as one of my favourite poets.
Even shadows choose to whirl
lithely in the beams, romancing other silhouettes seeking revelation in their dreams. Compassion, do not hasten them, nor wake them from repose for in the moment two dreams alight the awoken lover glows. Stand boldly in love’s mystery as slings and arrows sail, through the strident journey hush, listen for the nightingale, who’s song seeps through a cloven heart, mending fragments into one; seek the source that hides unbroken in the brilliance of the Beloved’s Sun.
— The End —