The dervishes gathered at the grave of the Sufi master
This forbidden practice was a traditional prayer of heretics
The twirling started slowly, accompanied by chanting
Riding on the wind bending the clouds with energy
Changing the relationship to be closer to the beloved
Floating above the dancing figures of their own bodies
They entered a state of pure ecstasy, unbridled delight
Flowed from their fingertips and out of every footstep
Holding the beloved in reverence they let go of all fear

Please join us each week to interpret a photo by Sue Vincent on her blog, the Echo.  It is fun to read the different ways writers see the image.  Every Thursday we meet, rain or shine.  Please read, comment, or submit your own story or poem.

Source: #WritePhoto Dervish Wisps | mermaidcamp