On Being Sufi


His mind shook.
His eyes
accustomed to yet another curtain
of darkness.
He’d been awaiting his reflection.
Like two mirrors
facing each other
their eyes
began to dance the ancient dance.
Every wound spun
in the snowstorm of their hearts.
In that dark, narrow
brilliance of their souls
they belonged.

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