Turning

[hack]

I, a dervish master
Spinning before God
Calling with my life
See me Lord
I am here
Within this melodrama
I spin
Inside this injustice
I turn
Trying to face
The one who is everywhere
And nowhere to be seen

[Bar22do]

How amazing, hacks, your simple (simple in superlative meaning of the word) poem evokes for me the time when I was a whirling dervish myself (had a Persian master who taught me how to connect with and experience bliss or taste of.. ambrosia?) - spinning was, and still is!, my way of reconnecting with what to me feels primary unity, or, like Psyche, a means of isolating and piling into one live pillar the smallest seeds, the most precious... Thank you!

[PrinceMyshkin]

I, a dervish master
Spinning before God
Calling with my life
See me Lord
I am here
Within this melodrama
I spin
Inside this injustice
I turn
Trying to face
The one who is everywhere
And nowhere to be seen

Glorious! It would be hard to say whether this is more admirable in its humble piety or in the spareness with which it puts this sentiment forward. But then, the two go extremely well together.

[hack]

Glorious! It would be hard to say whether this is more admirable in its humble piety or in the spareness with which it puts this sentiment forward. But then, the two go extremely well together.

My Prince,
Thank you. I am amazed by the circumstance of it! I think that Bar somehow sent it to me while I slept. We never spoke of anything remotely connected to this topic. I woke to the vision of a skirted spinning man. We, Bar and I, did talk about Fernando Pessoa, if only briefly. We talked about how Pessoa did not take personal credit for his work, but claimed that his poetry came to him whole, from outside himself. It is a stranger world than we can ever know.

[PrinceMyshkin]

My Prince,
Thank you. I am amazed by the circumstance of it! I think that Bar somehow sent it to me while I slept. We never spoke of anything remotely connected to this topic. I woke to the vision of a skirted spinning man. We, Bar and I, did talk about Fernando Pessoa, if only briefly. We talked about how Pessoa did not take personal credit for his work, but claimed that his poetry came to him whole, from outside himself. It is a stranger world than we can ever know.


"The universe is not only stranger than we imagine, it is stranger than we can imagine!” John S. Haldane


But isn't that marvellous, how this poem came to you, and how others might come? If one is to entertain the notion that it was delivered to you rather than conceived by you, the question (and the credit) would still remain: Why were you chosen to be the recipient?

[cute angel]

Hello;

simple but very nice lines that tells a lot ,I see that your are a faithful person may God be with you.

[Buh4Bee]

Hack, Magnificent!

[~Sophia~]

Kudos! A whirling!

[Bar22do]

"The universe is not only stranger than we imagine, it is stranger than we can imagine!” John S. Haldane


But isn't that marvellous, how this poem came to you, and how others might come? If one is to entertain the notion that it was delivered to you rather than conceived by you, the question (and the credit) would still remain: Why were you chosen to be the recipient?

The other possibility could be that your unconscious mind conceived and perfected it while you slept... thus it remains your creation.
In case the poem were delivered to you, and not by you conceived, is it not possible that the sort of affinity you make known through your aura light attract the delivery to you, and not to another, by reason of this very affinity?