Why the Sufis Whirl

Kirtana

 I used to like to read the poems of Rumi

 but I did not have a clue

what he meant when he said “Beloved friend” until I met you

Now I know why the Sufis whirl

it’s awfully hard to rest with all this love and power inside my chest

And I never understood that Last Supper

I did not know what to think

when Jesus said my body is this bread  and my blood this drink

had he merged with all of creation,

or found some fountain of youth

 now I see what I thought was alchemy, is just the literal truth

And you don’t need to be a Christian Mystic

or be born under a lucky star

you only need to be still and ask who you are

be still and know who you are

And to know the sound of one hand clapping

you don’t need to read Lao Tsu

just look around look around, this is the sound

do you hear it too

one hand clapping one heart singing,

one Being being me and you

only one unmoving ocean where many waves pass through

and you don’t need to be a Zen Buddhist

to pierce the heart of this Mystery

you only need to be willing to stop and see

see what is still and free

and you don’t need to be whirling dervish,

or study scripture or travel far 

you only need to be still and know who you are

be still and know who you are