A Third Door Opens
A Third Door opens to the presence of Allah
Singing sweet ilaahis with others and Hoca.
The threesome of fingers, the drum and the sound
Unravel knotted threads of the heart one by one.
Drowning in the spirit and the voice of Hoca
Memories of a wholeness and a state that seems so lost.
Ensemble sets the pace for the We and not just for Me
Together one with one, melody is all we see.
A colorless presence of the One we all know
Comes alive in the struggle of each and every note.
“ I’ ve given you the tongues, many colors, many shapes
For you to enjoy, you’ll never tire of Me!”
The unseen threads of such universal tunes
Link inner cry of mankind, no tears to be seen.
In such small ways we give life to the songs
Of Yunus, Niyazi, Ismail and Nesimi
The mystic power of the words of the bards
Crossing land and sea, piercing earth, rise to the skies.
The silent sigh after each ilaahi
Is the blessing from above
Falling soft as the dew.
We imbibe through music, the waters of such Love
Organic change has taken root forever now.
With a boldened fear I had opened this door
Clutching only the passport of love for the Lord.
In the room so Divine, I look around to find
No doors or walls, only Light and the Love.
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Written after the experience at the Turkish Mevlevi music workshop in Portland, June 2011.
Vasanti ( June 29 2011- Petaluma)
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