“The Grapes of My Body Can Only Become Wine…” by Rumi
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…
Continue reading →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…
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Continue reading →Translation #1 Passion burns down every branch of exhaustion; Passion is the Supreme Elixir and renews all things; So don’t sigh heavily, your brow bleak…
Continue reading →Come my Beloved, come don’t turn away from me, come my deceitful Moon! Look at this forlorn and thirsty lover come my drunken Sweetheart! You…
Continue reading →Love’s Apocalypse, Love’s Glory One breath from the breath of the Lover Would be enough to burn away the world, To scatter this insignificant universe…
Continue reading →“He Kissed Me Once” by Bahar Saied He kissed me once and stole my lips and robbed me from sleep I am scared if he…
Continue reading →One day in your wineshop, I drank a little wine, And threw off this robe of my body, And knew, drunk on you, the world…
Continue reading →This being human is a guest house. Every morning a new arrival. A joy, a depression, a meanness, some momentary awareness comes as an unexpected…
Continue reading →Rumi, the thirteenth-century poet, was a master of death. As one of the world’s greatest mystics, he had the supreme experience of “dying before he…
Continue reading →Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing,There is a field. I’ll meet you there.When the soul lies down in that grass,The world is too full…
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