Guest guest Posted June 6, 2004 Report Share Posted June 6, 2004 Friday night I went out "Sufi Dancing". This version of Sufi dancing is not about whirling dervishes...(well, or maybe it is...but in a rather different way). We meet in a lovely little space that once upon a time was a small synagogue. We are guided into simple steps and we dance to the name of Allah...or we dance to the words of an Irish Blessing...or sometimes we dance in celebration of the earth, air, water and fire. When I go there, I have to consciously tear down walls and defenses before I enter. There is something exhilarating and yet daunting about looking another human being in the eyes and singing: "I am healing you. You are healing me." Something wants to cast its eyes down and look away. It is somehow too much. Something else wants to say yes, and be carried on that. I don't want to think about the intellectual details in that moment. Who cares? I find I am not good at the fellowship and chat time that comes afterward. Something shrinks away again where it was stepping out before. (I wonder what that's about.) There are times when this silly and imperfect humanity is the only Truth to be found for "me". There are times when the only answer I have to who or what I am is, "I don't know." I just want to dance. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted June 6, 2004 Report Share Posted June 6, 2004 , freckalyb@a... wrote: > Friday night I went out "Sufi Dancing". This version of Sufi dancing is not > about whirling dervishes...(well, or maybe it is...but in a rather different > way). We meet in a lovely little space that once upon a time was a small > synagogue. We are guided into simple steps and we dance to the name of > Allah...or we dance to the words of an Irish Blessing...or sometimes we dance in > celebration of the earth, air, water and fire. When I go there, I have to > consciously tear down walls and defenses before I enter. There is something > exhilarating and yet daunting about looking another human being in the eyes and > singing: "I am healing you. You are healing me." Something wants to cast its > eyes down and look away. It is somehow too much. Something else wants to > say yes, and be carried on that. I don't want to think about the intellectual > details in that moment. Who cares? I find I am not good at the fellowship > and chat time that comes afterward. Something shrinks away again where it > was steppingout before. (I wonder what that's about.) There are times when > this silly and imperfect humanity is the only Truth to be found for "me". > There are times when the only answer I have to who or what I am is, "I don't > know." I just want to dance. Namaste, Yes there are many great Sufis Zikrs to listen to as well. You will move from wanting to dance to not being there dancing.........ONS..Tony. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted June 6, 2004 Report Share Posted June 6, 2004 , freckalyb@a... wrote: > Friday night I went out "Sufi Dancing". This version of Sufi dancing is not > about whirling dervishes...(well, or maybe it is...but in a rather different > way). We meet in a lovely little space that once upon a time was a small > synagogue. We are guided into simple steps and we dance to the name of > Allah...or we dance to the words of an Irish Blessing...or sometimes we dance in > celebration of the earth, air, water and fire. When I go there, I have to > consciously tear down walls and defenses before I enter. There is something > exhilarating and yet daunting about looking another human being in the eyes and > singing: "I am healing you. You are healing me." Something wants to cast its > eyes down and look away. It is somehow too much. Something else wants to > say yes, and be carried on that. I don't want to think about the intellectual > details in that moment. Who cares? I find I am not good at the fellowship > and chat time that comes afterward. Something shrinks away again where it > was steppingout before. (I wonder what that's about.) There are times when > this silly and imperfect humanity is the only Truth to be found for "me". > There are times when the only answer I have to who or what I am is, "I don't > know." I just want to dance. Writing is just like dancing :-) If it is good, it asks that we give up something of ourselves in a sacrifical way...in a way that can even embarass us, strip us naked and leave us open to rejection or humiliation. Then, if we have been able to access that part of ourselves that is too crippled to even dance, someone will hear what we have to say....and theirs will be the dancing. In their dancing, we are healed. Your dancing heals me. Vicki Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted June 7, 2004 Report Share Posted June 7, 2004 beautiful thoughts on sufi dancing! Daylight, full of small dancing particles and the one great turning, our souls are dancing with you, without feet, they dance. Can you see them when I whisper in your ear? Rumi (Excerpts from The Essential Rumi, translations by Coleman Barks with John Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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