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March 4th, 2013

The grapes of my body can only become wine
After the winemaker tramples me.
I surrender my spirit like grapes to his trampling
So my inmost heart can blaze and dance with joy.
Although the grapes go on weeping blood and sobbing
"I cannot bear any more anguish, any more cruelty"
The trampler stuffs cotton in his ears: "I am not working in ignorance
You can deny me if you want, you have every excuse,
But it is I who am the Master of this Work.
And when through my Passion you reach Perfection,
You will never be done praising my name."


-- from The Way of Passion: A Celebration of Rumi, by Andrew Harvey
Poetry Chaikhana | Mevlana Jelaluddin Rumi - The grapes of my body can only become wine
Reading:

54.1 Good construction does not fall down,
       a good embrace does not let go;
       their heirs honor them unceasingly.
54.2 Cultivate it in yourself, and that virtue is real;
       cultivate it in the home, and that virtue is abundant;
       cultivate it in the locality, and that virtue lasts;
       cultivate it in the nation, and that virtue is rich;
       cultivate it in the world, and that virtue is universal.
54.3 So observe yourself by yourself,
       observe the home by the home,
       observe the locality by the locality,
       observe the nation by the nation,
       observe the world by the world.
54.4 How do I know the world is as it is?
       By this.

Tao Teh Ching - Cleary Translation

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