When the music calls to the soul’s hunger <br />the matzub begins to turn like a shy maiden; <br />then faster, faster; centrifugal force <br />will throw him out of kilter, off the dance floor, <br />if a single thought <br />takes the balance of his mind.. <br /> <br />then, faster – faster – the centre grows stiller, stronger; <br />while the mind strengthens its own emptiness, <br />the emptiness that is so full of surrender; <br /> <br />into that great space enters <br />what the one at the centre of all things <br />wills; <br /> <br />the blessing, <br />not to know that, until one knows..<br /><br />Michael Shepherd<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/in-the-spirit-of-rumi-66-the-dervish-as-a-doorway-turning/
