Poem of the Week – When Grapes Turn To Wine


When grapes turn
to wine, they long for our ability to change.

When stars wheel
around the North Pole,
they are longing for our growing consciousness.

Wine got drunk with us,
not the other way.
The body developed out of us, not we from it.

We are bees,
and our body is a honeycomb.
We made
the body, cell by cell we made it.
-Rumi (1207-1273)

(Translation by Robert Bly)


Source: http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/when-grapes-turn-to-wine/

Image Credit: https://spiritmamablog.com/2015/12/18/dec-17th-we-bow-to-rumi/


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