Whirling Dervish

In being and unbeing 
I come to you today― 
in unconscious state. 
Excessively leaning on 
cause, it is not heart― 
not brain. Just a beat. 
Evening is settling 
down. Time flew past. Birds 
going home. A lone moon 
will rise. 
Underground thoughts start― 
stunning the secrets. 
You open the lost book. 
In war go the alphabet. 
Questions arise. After all― 
who was me. 
The awakening begins.