You are the joy of all joyous things,
You are the light of the beam of the sun,
You are the surpassing star of guidance,
You are the step of the deer on the hill,
You are the step of the horse in the river valley,
You are the shape of the swan of swimming,
You are the grace of all lovely graces.

~Old Gaelic Blessing

When grapes turn

When grapes turn
to wine, they 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