Their motion caught my eye, a thousand leaves whirling in the wind as if a cyclone had caught them, their ecstasy filling the air, lifting my spirit along with their own, etching the moment into the surface of eternity, dancing there, and me with them, forever.
“There is one outstanding example of pure dance: that of the whirling dervishes, an art that has been practiced since the 13th century. The procedure is part of a Muslim ceremony called the dhikr, the purpose of which is to glorify God and seek spiritual perfection. Not all dervish orders dance; some simply stand on one foot and move the other foot to music. Those who dance, or, rather, whirl, are the Mawlawī dervishes, an order that was founded by the Persian poet and mysticJalāl al-Dīn al-Rūmī at Konya, in Anatolia, in the 13th century.” https://www.britannica.com/topic/Islamic-arts/Dervish-dancing
