Dance of Love

-       An ode to 40 Rules of Love

Last night,

the dervishes of love

beckoned me…

“Come, dance the Sema.”

I hesitated—

“I know nothing of love,”

I confessed.

They simply smiled,

as if they had heard this before,

and still, they welcomed me in.

Wrapped in white,

soft as moonlight,

they folded me into their circle,

and my heart—

oh, my heart—

rose like a dove,

unburdened, weightless, free.

We began to whirl…

so slowly, so gently—

my right hand lifted,

reaching skyward,

open to receive the love

of the Universe.

My left hand lowered,

guided by a quiet pull—

the sacred gravity

of Mother Earth,

eager to draw that love down

into her soil,

to nourish her children.

And then...

we swirled.

I slipped into silence.

I sank into softness.

I vanished into the tender folds

of my inner being.

We moved—

in rhythm with the wind.

We danced—

in step with the infinite.

I do not remember the time.

Only the sensations remain:

The moisture of passion on my skin.

The scent of love

sweet and ancient.

The tears that flowed—

not of sadness,

but of remembering.

The music of the cosmos played on...

And then,

as if touched by eternity,

we spun

like tornadoes of spirit,

wild and complete.

There was no yesterday.

No tomorrow.

Only this sacred moment—

this offering—

this surrender...

to Love.