“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…
Continue reading →Look at a chickpea in the pot, how it leaps up when it is subjected to the fire. At the time of its being boiled,…
Continue reading →Still I Rise You may write me down in history With your bitter, twisted lies, You may trod me in the very dirt But still,…
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 →“Dark Night of the Soul” – Translation by Mirabai Starr On a dark night, Inflamed by love-longing– O exquisite risk!– Undetected I slipped away. My…
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