The Circle of Ecstasy

Sufi Zikr

I long for the Circles

Long gone from my life

The long nights in the community of

One

Whether six or sixty

A Sufi Circle of souls formed

Anchored to our Guide

Who led us in the holy

Holy voice of zikr

The remembrance of Allah

Chanting his names

Our bodies swaying as One

The repeated rhythms of

Twenty generations or more

Voices rising, falling

Slowing, racing

Until our hearts flew free

On wings of ecstasy

Joined by jinns and angels

Our Light blazed out

Into the world’s darkness

I so long for those Circles

Those long nights in the community of

One

La Ilaha illallah

Reviews

[Curly Grace]

Such a warm, luminous piece. the rhythm and longing in it are beautiful. Really loved this.

[Michael Sun Bear]

Thank you Sarah. I note you posted this just ten minutes ago. I’m not stalking you. I thought I was dog sitting today while Diana was at the hospital. Don’t know what happened with that, I’m simultaneously bored and anxious waiting for updates on Brad. Thought I would check out WC. As to the subject of the poem, Covid stopped these gatherings, during the lockdown we all got old so that very little started up again when the Covid isolation ended.

[Curly Grace]

Timing is everything, Michael

[Curly Grace]

I could be stalking you....wink