In Rumi’s pond, waded a pinkish flamingo

Whose presence was as a belly dancer’s shadow

The eye of Ra became its own perception of light

As a sensuous beat flowed from the palace into the night

Fatima dances while warding off the evil of jealousy

By telling her story as she moves and each note embodies

The lotus flower blossoms from an infinite ocean

In which the Gods burned into a realm of emotions

This flower of Lilith speaks silently of unification

In its ancient rite of majestic and holy purification

While the phoenix is reborn and rises in its brilliance

So the fables tell us and we hold this in faith and reliance

The boy weeps and his tears become mankind

Whispering the sadness that humanity remains willfully blind