Oh! Throw off that grouchy smile!
How you think, and how little, is the key to God.
The Dervishes aren’t thinking.
They’re marinating like kebabs.
Dancers aren’t thinking.
Their hearts and their feet are intertwining.
Drummers aren’t thinking.
Their minds are dissolving in the current of the beat.
Feel your way to God!
In such deep enjoyment…
whose hands are drumming?