Monday, October 20, 2008

Whirling Dervish


The wind lifts the scarf


sending it into the breeze,


joining air and sand.


My thoughts are scattered


like a whirling dervish onto the desert plains


no one knows, how it goes,


nor knows where it lands


4 comments:

M Junaid said...

“Turn toward that which transcends direction.” - Rumi

Anonymous said...

beautiful :)

Shameema said...

:)

Anonymous said...

o the ways to attain nearness...