Clouds play the part of the whirling Dervishes in a formal ceremony known as Sama. It is however practiced by other orders to reach religious ecstasy.

‘Beware the Whirling Dervishes ‘ Titus Llewellyn

Clouds, a gathering coil a dear sweet soul had spread,

A long dark reach among the forgotten words,

Were prompted by these moods of mine which led

The blanket cloth of rain, where scattered hoards,

Had changed direction there, my thoughts stood still.

It was to show the clouds my faithful quill,

Had given me the strength to follow yon,

The way in which your turban laid upon

Your head, those rolling eyes, sweet soul instead,

Temporal, the exquisite charms I’ve read,

Intrigues me to this day, this meaning love,

That I should on a clear day think ahead

And never search thru' clouds, so high above.

'Follow your heart not your head in love'

'Beware the Whirling Dervishes' © 2nd June 2018 Titus Llewellyn