Sama Poem by Dog goD 8Hate

Sama



The Mawlawi rites, sama, point,
Incite, prod, preach the hidden.
Desire then! Ineffable balm!

Ponder, albeit, critical rites:
Can ye skin a Gilded Serpent?
Will Tanura whirl away waste?

Mystic Persia! Wandering mystic
And Rumi preach too…beyond!
Who can glean grace and still

Confirm conflicting reality?
Muse Yo Yo Ma;
Seek ecstatic utterance in Kayhan;

And, but, will “The Whirling Dervishes”
Disseminate enough, even with sacred
Ensemble?

I know, I know, a thousand…I know!

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