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There Is Only the Dance

© 1999 by George A. Boyd

Excerpted from Nirvana Sings


I look within and part my veil.

I ride these mystic rivers of the night,

Raptured by the strain of angelic choirs

And heavenly trumpets' blast.

I rise upon the column of my spine.

I hear the whirring of fiery wheels.

I enter the temple with a song,

And invite the Friend to come along.

The nightengale's call pierces the night.

Thunderstruck, I am filled with Light!

The dervish spins, and cries, and chants,

"There is no time, no space, there is only the dance."

O Raamezaad, come fill the cup!

When it is drained, again, fill it up!

I shall drink Wine tonight 'til I am sodden,

And my footsteps, to the Beloved's door, have trodden.

I stand in silence, rapt with awe.

Swept up in music, I pass through the door.

Past time and space, mind's limits are shattered:

I am at one with Cosmos, its endless galaxies scattered.

This mystic tavern is filled with rhythms.

It has been so since the beginning.

It shall be so until the end,

When there will only be the dance, and only the Friend.

The dervish bows and begins the turn.

The sacred spiral's golden flames arise, and burn.

Again he spins, and cries, and chants,

"There is no time, no space, there is only the dance."

 

 

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