Rough Metaphores

Someone said, "there is no dervish, or if there is a dervish,
    that dervish is not there."

Look at a candle flame in bright noon sunlight.
    If you put cotton next to it, the cotton will burn,
        but its light has become completely mixed
            with the sun.

That candlelight you can't find     is what's left of a dervish.

If you sprinkle one ounce of vinegar over 
        two hundred tons of sugar,
            no one will ever taste the vinegar.

A deer faints in the paws of a lion. The deer becomes 
        another glazed expression on the face of the lion.

These are rough metaphors for what happens to the lover.

There's no one more openly irreverent than a lover. He, or she,
    jumps up on the scale opposite eternity
        and claims to balance it.

And no one more secretly reverent.

A grammar lesson: "The lover died.”
    “Lover” is subject and agent, but that can't be!
        The "lover" is defunct.

Only grammatically is the dervish-lover a doer.

In reality, with he or she so overcome,
    so dissolved into love,
        all qualities of doingness
            disappear.