THE
SUFI
Upon
his soul marked the wing of heart.
The
reed plays a note and the ancient drum beats.
His
arms rise spread wide.
His
smiling forehear bathed in light.
He
dances through the primitive,
through
the ancient,
through
the contemporary
into
the Real.
Beyond
he whirls ecstatic...
His
lips shape the heart's petal sounding...
Hu...Hu...Hu...!
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