A sojourn from one mystic poet to another

" O ut beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing there is a field. I'll meet you there. When the soul lies down in that grass the world is too full to talk about". With the right hand raised towards the sky, in complete surrender to The Cosmic Ego. Left hand, in prostration towards the ground, the Earth of The Cosmic Ego. Revolving from left to right, around their hearts to enfold all of humanity with love. " Some call you love, I call you the King of Love, You are beyond imaginings, taking me places I can't even dream of. O ruler of my heart, wherever you go... don't go without me." Rumi The art of the whirling dervish dates back to decades ago, to what is today's modern day Turkey. This art was developed by a man loved and admired by all those who encountered him. A man who, initially found the answers to the Earth's complex mysteries in books. Life for him was dotted with success, he was the most praised ...