The Inner Harmony Poem by Dr. Madan Gandhi

The dervishes’ way
to die to this world and to be revived
in the eternal dance of the free spirits
around a sun that neither rises nor sets.

Fana and baka,
annihilation and eternal life in God
choreograph the movement
of the mystical dance

All valleys and mountains
the springs and fountains
the trees and hill-tops
wear dancing gowns and masks

In the darkness of my being
I whirl and whirl and with me
myriad skies whirl as well

Also infinite stars too
sparkling rise and fall
over my dance floor!

In my night-sky’s garden
moon blossoms out of my heart
to shine in heaven

No tree withers in my interior spring
where flute forever churns new melodies
to which innumerous serpents dance mesmerized

Intoxicated I run mad divine
amid flowery vale in sunshine
listening to the inner harmony.
(Yayati)