The pilgrims gather at the dry well
Waiting impatiently for the temple gates to open.
They shun the dervish who offers them a rusted cup.
They all leave, but for one seeker.
Only she accepts his gift.
The cup overflows with Divine Wine.
Her heart beats the Divine Song.
Her feet, the Divine Dance.
About Me
- Steven
- A former techie and now a "deep-seeing mystic" and student of western Sufism. Moving more into spiritual service -- as an energy healer, teacher, Elder.
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