I am finally a dervish

 Twirling counter clockwise (finally a direction that makes sense to my body) in a room 

Full of persians, leftover beating hearts from the empire who gave us human rights 

      (and now gives us suffering and dread)

But no matter. What was is and always shall be. 

As evidence, i am spinning in a room full of persians in australia. 

as evidence, you know who rumi is. 

twirling counter clockwise summons my deep self, my conscious observer

who reminds me that i am a priestess of an unseen world,

  that i gave myself to this unseen world long ago,

and that success in the capitalist machine world of psychopathy is not the outcome of priestesshood in the unseen world.

  my outcome is an inner strength that is activated by wind, water, fire, earth. 

Forests. 

Wild animals. 

Singing. Drums. Running through wind, water, earth, forests. 

Oceans. 

Love. 

Twirling, i remembered that i am successful in the world that has meaning for me. 

   my body, my mind, my self is made for this. i am this. 

i was born a dervish and i am becoming myself.