There are those who have dared
to dance with the divine
their poetry and words
are merely pointers
symbols and sounds
inspired by silence
each word a sutra
longing to be cradled
in the holiness of your heart
savor each one slowly
that you may truly taste
its sweet nectar
for yourself
from yourself
for the divine
is waiting patiently within you
to be asked to dance
What a lovely poem :) It expresses the way I feel when Sufi music plays. Though I sit silently and meditate, the music lifts my heart off of its chair and whirls it around the floor.
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What is Divine? Could it not be said that the young suicide bomber is dancing with his divine? What is Divine? The truth or a perception of truth? Hmmmmmmm
ReplyDeleteI only question because……that is what I do.
It is still a very lifting poem. As I read it, I felt a smile rise up and spread across my face. Nature is my divine, and I have danced with her many times.
Thanks.
Wow...great picture and great verse...
ReplyDeleteFeeling the poem, M...as well as the words Aki and you sent. Thank you (bowing).
ReplyDeleteI have subscribed to this wonderful ezine and explored the links....indeed divine.
irving- yes, it is how i feel too, eastern music lifts me as well.
buford- exactly. we interpret the dance in so many ways, our interpretation, a dance itself. What is divine? “Black rain falling on the temple roof.”
Happy you are smiling...I know you are dancing too.
Thank you friends,
ReplyDeleteI am enjoying this dance with you!
I really - really - enjoy the painting!
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