“The Housewife and the Chickpea” by Rumi
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,…
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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…
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