“One Drop” (Rumi)

One drop of wine falls on the ground, soaks in. All this commotion of intelligence and feeling

comes from that intentional spilling. Your sadness so concerned with itself, how’s it going, secrets rising out of the soil, thorns wrapped with petals. Only someone sickened by fall can rise now from the bed. What is the fall wind? A clear refusal. What is spring? Your opening heart.

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