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A view by Rumi
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When grapes turn to wine, they long for our ability to change. |
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When stars wheel around the North Pole, they are longing for our growing consciousness. |
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Wine got drunk with us, not the other way. The body developed out of us, not we from it.
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We are bees, and our body is a honeycomb. We made the body, cell by cell we made it.
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Rumi |