When the music calls to the soul’s hunger
the matzub begins to turn like a shy maiden;
then faster, faster; centrifugal force
will throw him out of kilter, off the dance floor,
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Centrifugal is one of my favourite words. Therefore I love this. I concede that that is not the only reason...... t x
Its been a long time - I've given you time Mr. Shepherd. And I am still unsure of your poetry..
Wonderfully descriptive, and a true depiction of what the loss of concentration will do...throwing one out of kilter, that is. Total concentration....I always wondered how they managed to stay focused.
'Music calls to the soul's hunger' is perfect. A bit like the rest of this whirling meditation. love, Allie xxxx