drink the wine that moves you

28 Jan

I’m not a winebibber.

Shoot, I’m not even really a wine

When I’m eating with friends who are imbibing wine, one of the favorite table amusements is watching me try someone’s wine. It’s kind of like the time I tried one puff on a cigar a few years back. It just wasn’t pretty (though everyone else present thought it was beautiful). I will probably never grow up.

Anyway, love this from my Rumi reading this morning. I would be a connoisseur of such wines…

God has given us a dark wine so potent
that, drinking it, we leave the two worlds.

God made Majnun love Layla so much
that just her dog would cause confusion in him.

There are thousands of wines
that can take over our minds.

Don’t think all ecstasies are the same.
Jesus was lost in his love for God.
His donkey was drunk with barley.

Every object, every being,
is a jar full of delight.
Be a connoisseur, and taste with caution.

Any wine will get you high.
Judge like a king, and choose the purest,
not the ones adulterated with fear,
or some urgency about “what’s needed.”

Drink the wine that moves you
as a camel moves when it’s been untied,
and is just ambling about.


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Posted by on January 28, 2013 in Poetry


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