“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…
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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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