Wednesday, 13 November 2019

Green dot. (being online)




Green dot.
You there
Soul smiles
Your presence
That's all the eyes seek
No words; all mute
Still I hear the beats
Two different beats
A rhythm
Rumi"s whirling dervishes
Samâ
Which blurs the lines
Between dance
Prayer
Meditation
And trance
What else to seek
Blessed I feel.

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