A Time For Madness

Once more,
Love is pouring down my ceiling
and my walls.
Once more, it's the night of the full moon,
it is time for madness.
All my immense knowledge
cannot help me now.

Once more,
Insomnia took my patience.
Rain washed away my intellect.
The Lover made me lose my profession.
What good is my work anyway?

Once more, rise, rise, rise,

Like the way a garden burns
in a hundred shades of orange in the fall,
a Lover's heart shrivels
for a sense of the Beloved's touch.
Now the face of that charred garden
is my field of flowers.

Look two hundred Jupiters
are dancing around my moon.

~ Rumi ~

i have always held a special place in my heart for the persian mystic sufi poet - his words intoxicate me into a slight trembling within the deepest recesses of my soul.

ever since i went to see the whirling dervishes at the sydney opera house many years ago (by myself too), i was profoundly stirred by their mesmerising performance. how sublime to watch an entourage of men draped in white swirling around (for up to an hour at a time) in sheer ecstasy with the divine ... it was truly breath-taking!


whilst living in japan a couple of years ago, i was lucky to attend a special night by a travelling performing group 'caravan' who took us along an exotic journey down the silk road via persian music and sufi poetry - amazing! larger than life candles decked out at the front of the stage, delicious chai tea, oriental cushions and spices to ignite a decadent night over some more rumi poetry ...