Lune sur mer…
mon cœur un piège
de vent nomade
Driving home in the hour before dawn, after watching Ahmad Hawili in a Sufi evening. His deeply passionate and powerful voice, the music, the whirling dervishes, and the energy of that event were still at work in me, whirling, propelling me into the meeting of the moon and the sea. O nomad heart, so fond and embittered by its own restlessness; o poet heart, whose desire for love wills the bitterness into the sweetest wine.
You who offer wine, we are waiting on the lip of the ocean of ruin. Hafiz
Rooted in Love 