As I have done my research on the whirling dervishes I have read many of Rumis poems. Two of my favorites at the moment are here to share with you:
I died a hundred times and I learned this:
Your fragrance came, and I was mad alive.
I gave my life a hundred times and fell-
I heard your call, and I was born again.
I placed a net to catch the falcon Love
Deep in my heart-he seized my heart, and
went...
Oh, if a tree could wander
and move with foot and wings!
It would not suffer the axe blows
and not the pain of saws!
For would the sun not wander
away in every night-
How could at ev'ry morning
the world be lighted up?
And if the ocean's water
would not rise to the sky
How would the plants be quickened
by streams and gentle rain?
The drop that left its homeland,
the sea, and then returned-
It found an oyster waiting
and grew into a pearl.
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