Sufi Dance February 5 2011
We chant and move, move and chant.
All of us together – step step step step
Allah Allah Allah Allah Allah Allah
We bow, we turn, we move – always moving.
The hours pass. The chant goes on.
My legs ache –
They drag, they plead with me to stop.
I keep on stepping – step step step step Allah Allah Allah Allah.
My mind empties of all content.
Suddenly I’m free – I can feel my dance, but not my body. The pain is gone.
I’m expanding, outside all containers.
We move in synchrony.
We are not many – we are one –
All are one with God, Allah.
My chanting echoes in my ears.
I hear my voice – yet not my voice –
Instead, I now hear it as the voice of God.
My heart is open, like my arms –
Angels pour into the void —
They’re filling me with God;
They carry me.
I only know the heart of God, the light of God.
The universe is love and joy.
My tears flow down my cheeks.
I am at peace!
Seeking an out-of-body personal experience of God is not often high on my list of priorities. Like most of us, I live by my calendar — shopping, reading, studying, answering emails, doing the myriad daily activities that compose a modern life. Even in prayer and meditation, I’m often not really clear about myself in relation to God. I say words, I think thoughts, I feel this pain, that itch, the random twitch, the noises, smells, visual distractions…. I am myself, experiencing the solitary perceptions of an independent personality. I am very much of and in my body, no matter that I seek no-mind.
Today’s dance gave me a taste of disembodiment – of union with the divine, of bliss unmeasured – a taste of being wholly in and of the Spirit. I didn’t want to come back. That loving freedom was a golden nectar. It was home.
I wondered “Why come back?” And then I knew that my embodied life is a transcendent gift of God, a chance to learn, to act, to choose — not only to know but also to express the love of God. The distance embodiment gives me from God is a unique and irreplaceable opportunity to offer praise and worship. We are all God worshipping God. Freely choosing to do so is a miraculous gift of being in this lifetime. I am grateful.