Why the Sufis Whirl

I used to like to read the poems of Rumi
 But I did not have a clue
 What he meant when he said Beloved Friend
 Until I met you
 Now I know why the Sufis whirl:
 It's awfully hard to rest
 With all this love and fire inside my chest
 I never understood that last supper
 I did not know what to think
 When Jesus said, "my body is this bread
 And my blood this drink"
 Had he merged with all of creation? -
 Or found some fountain of youth
 Now I see what I thought was alchemy
 Is just the literal truth
 And you don't need to be a Christian mystic
 Or be born under a lucky star
 You only need to be still and ask who you are,
 Be still and know who you are
 And to know the sound of one hand clapping
 You don't need to read Lao Tsu
 Just look around, look around, this is the sound
 Do you hear it too?
 One hand clapping, one heart singing
 One Being being me and you
 Only one unmoving ocean
 Where many waves pass through
 And you don't need to be a Zen Buddhist
 To pierce the heart of this mystery
 You only need to be willing to stop and see,
 See what is still and free
 You don't need to be a whirling dervish,
 Or study scripture or travel far
 You only need to be still and ask who you are
 Be willing to know who you are