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Urs Lüthi

Bewilderment beyond longing

Ali placed the ney to his lips with trembling fingers, the first notes awkward and fearful, but
the reed itself seemed to calm his breath, and the ney of Ali became at that moment an instrument of the Unseen. Verily, it began to weave its plaintive cry into the very fabric of the storm, the notes rising with the wind, echoing higher and higher, growing stronger, until its music filled the circle around us with a bewilderment beyond longing, as if the great vortex of the storm had itself become the ney and we were the notes it played.

source: Leo online dictionary