I dance in your essence.
Across inner and outer landscapes.
I follow your heartbeat and rhythm, while I find scattered pieces of myself. In oceans.
Among tree crowns.
In valleys.
And in the phases of the moon.
I ask myself:
Is this me?
Is that me?
Or is it perhaps a we?
Water stirred by a wind.
A tear within a hidden flame.
Earth mirrored in space.
All these changing faces.
Elements of the self.
Reflections.
Portals that change an inner state.
Where one circle meets another.
In the dance of the dervish,
Whirling
Circulating
Spinning
Transforming
Poison into nectar.
Curses into blessings.
Broken into whole.
While anticipating the return of the exiled.
A homecoming of the soul.
The whole creation is a weave.
Movement within flow.
Light within darkness.
A cloud in a clear sky.
A wave in a rough sea.
The breath within air.
A track in the sand.
The many within the one.
It is the song of the universe.
Undercurrent poem by Anjali Haryana