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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

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bardcat
Mar. 5th, 2013 10:55 am (UTC)
This speaks to me. We're not much given over to this kind of surrender, but, this speaks to me.
bobby1933
Mar. 5th, 2013 03:30 pm (UTC)
Oh, i do hear you!
skuld_walkure
Mar. 18th, 2013 04:54 pm (UTC)
Rumi is one of my very favourite
bobby1933
Mar. 18th, 2013 07:12 pm (UTC)
Runi is one of my very favorite.
Mine too.
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