Whirl Poem by Ameen Rihani

We are filled with the water that heals, and though sealed, we are free;
We are not from the East or the West, no boundaries exist in our breast, we are free;
We are not made of dust or of dew, we are not of the earth or the blue, we are free.
Whirl, whirl, whirl
Till the world is the size of a pearl.
Dance, dance, dance
Till the world's like the point of a lance.
Soar, soar, soar
Till the world is no more.