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!