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The wine we really drink is our blood

Our bodies ferment in these barrels.

We give everything for a glass of this

We give our minds for a sip.



When I am with you, we stay up all night.

When you’re not here, I can’t go to sleep

Praise God for these two insomnias!

And the difference between them.



The minute I heard my first love story

I started looking for you, not knowing

how blind that was.

Lovers don’t finally meet somewhere.

They’re in each other all along.

Now I have made the mistake of publishing a few lines from Rumi. Sadly I am unable to provide a deeper meaning.

If you find an answer, enjoy it. But please don’t try to explain it to me! I am beyond hope in that regard!


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