The heart is like a grain of corn,
We are like a mill;
How does the mill know why this turning?
The body is like a stone, and the water its thoughts;
The Stone says, “The water knows what is toward.”
The Water says, “Ask the miller, for it was he who flung this water down.”
The Miller says to you, “Bread-eater, if this does not turn, how shall the crumb-broth be?”
Much Business is in the making; Silence, ask God, that He may tell you.
(RUMI)
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