Gone Whirling…

Whirling on my roof (Photo: Eddie Chu)

Spending part of the day whirling with Sufis in Beirut, after a relaxing morning of capoeira

Your body sheds its fatigue.
Hearing my hands clap and my drum beat
You begin to whirl.

— Rumi

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