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.

                        -Jalal ad-din Rumi