A Sufi Dance

A sufi’s dance 

A gentle caress 

An ardent passion 

In the midst of the mission

with closed eyes

towards a divine prize 

The lover and the beloved are one 

Clutching hands as they whirl 

Looking for the divine pearl 

Take a deep look before they run 

They are running towards the moon and the sun 

Keep in mind their longing for the unknown 

They are neither from this world nor the other one 

Their seeds have been sown 

Out of the mud they have grown 

Into reed flowers in complete bloom 

Their wings sprawled 

Their shadows loomed 

On the walls of the room 

They finally took off and left people in Awe .