A minimalist swirl evoking the dervish!

Between the curve and the point lies our journey from ego to annihilation.

Sometimes I think I am a whirling dervish in rhythm. My life moves in circles, always returning to the same questions with deeper understanding each time. I am constantly in motion, intellectually, emotionally, spiritually, trying to hold together opposites: stillness and restlessness, surrender and control, logic and intuition.

Spinning becomes a way of staying balanced while everything else shifts. The center I revolve around is unseen perhaps a belief, a memory, a pain I have made peace with. Or maybe it is just the need to make sense of chaos through movement.

But at the heart of this turning lies tawakkul. A radical, unwavering trust. A trust that even as I whirl through uncertainty, an unseen wisdom steadies the axis. Tawakkul is what allows my motion without panic, action without certainty, and surrender without loss. It is the quiet conviction that my letting go of certain things or people in my life is not collapse, but alignment with something far greater than control.

I often find myself reflecting on what it truly means to be a whirling dervish. For me, it has come to mean staying in motion without losing my center, keeping faith steady even when everything else feels uncertain. It means learning to live with intensity, but holding it lightly. It means not retreating from the world, but moving through it again and again until the repetition begins to reveal something deeper.

Some days, that turning feels like chaos. Other days, it feels like prayer. But either way, it is where I find meaning.

I don’t always know where I will land. But I have come to trust the motion.