Whirling Dervish
Whirling Dervish Turning, turning, all is turning. Who can fathom God’s grand design? Come to a Sema * with me. Watch the Semazans turn. See their concentration. See their bliss. Like the planets whirling round the Sun, These devotees spin on threads of divine love. Baraka flows freely through these turning ones. Can you feel it? Do you receive it? Like the waters of a flowing brook, This love must find its Source. Beneath this holodeck of our confusion Lies the bliss of Oneness met. God from... Sign in to see full entry.