Look, the wine is in the green grape, existence in nothingness!
Beloved , I beg you, see in your pit
the crown and the kingdom!
A thorn
that has not blossomed
cannot illumine the field;
How can a being
made of water and clay find life
If Divine Breath does not Itself kindle it?
Clap your hands,
clap your hands again,
and know each sound
Has its origin
in the Wine's own self-surrender!
Be silent!
Spring is here!
The rose is dancing with its thorn.
Beauties have come
from the Invisible to call you home.
~ Jalal-ud-Din Rumi |
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