#dervish
In deepening dream a dark moon song
Careening oration to the reeling inside
of flickering film, burning fast celluloid
An internal tribute to a time now past
Adrift at dawn the dervish swoops its
whirling and whining an awesome spectre
enraged she raps her raw knuckles
Pushing apart deepest self
Seeing in sleep the shadow of my daylight
That blinds me habitually; subliminally she
Speaks the script to a censored play
I’ve never seen.
Apr 13, 2021
Apr 13, 2021 at 11:45 AM UTC
Gyrating top
In sync with the cosmic rhythm
Dervish
Oct 4, 2018
Oct 4, 2018 at 7:05 AM UTC
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 Moroccan 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 Moroccan day.
'Til the sun sets again in this wondrous land
To darken once more the kingdom of sand.
Jan 28, 2017
Jan 28, 2017 at 6:33 PM UTC
Oh you fretful bee!
All Heaven and earth are yours
God never runs empty
Mar 15, 2016
Mar 15, 2016 at 3:32 PM UTC
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
Mar 6, 2016
Mar 6, 2016 at 11:16 PM UTC
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
Oct 13, 2015
Oct 13, 2015 at 11:37 AM UTC
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.
Sep 26, 2014
Sep 26, 2014 at 12:37 PM UTC