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

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