Bleeding Edge

My soul won the love of my Beloved.

When I saw all the wine cups passed around,I stretched out my hand to touch the nectar,

and my heart glowed bright in the light it found.

I drank.

My soul was filled.

I lost my weight.

Then, lifted up, I flew above the ground.

The Moon rose in the sky, in its brightness.

Ashamed, wanting to hide, the sun went down.

He gave himself with generosity,

spoke words to no one else,

nor turned around.

–Poem by Jalaluddin Rumi

Yours,

Dr Churchill

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