My friend Thomas gave me this poem recently. I couldn’t resist sharing.
Wine
Blessed One
I am the grape
You crushed
To make the wine
Of my soul
Thomas Reidy lives in the Santa Fe area, where he designs and builds homes and art studios. His poetry flows in through his ever-deepening relationship with the Beloved.
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Lovely, Thomas! And oh so true!
Nice metaphor…apt and poignant. There is a difference between the making of wine and human transformation into God-Self. In the case of wine, the grapes are crushed once to extract the essence and purge the dross. In our case the “crushing” goes on for the rest of our lives and never stops. Casting away all dread, we march boldly into the next moment, continuously offering ourselves – humbly and sincerely – for the loving press of our Beloved Guru. No wine on earth can compare to the divine elixir of Soul, which is emerging slowly from the covers of mind and matter.
Beautiful and Divinely timed sweetheart!
loving being crushed to become who we really are in Soul!
Aahhhh…the inner crush that leads to freedom ! Thanks Thomas ..loved it and thank you Lesley for posting. Great picture…where ?
Thank you all for your kind comments. This metaphor struck a deep cord in me as I face a perfect storm of “crushing” conditions. Fortunately the crush is really just an illusion within which I am learning to stand tall and Be the Beloved. We are so blessed!
This vineyard is in southwestern New Mexico near Lordsburg.
Just as Thomas…simply Beautiful. Thank you Lesley for sharing this concise poem that says volumes. 🙂 <3
Thomas, the poem speaks perfectly, and most purely, to my condition. Your outflow is beautiful.
Thank you Thomas and Lesley and commentors all,
And, Blessed One,
Thank you for continually crushing me to extract the wine that is my soul!