Mar 04 2013

Mevlana Jelaluddin Rumi – The grapes of my body

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The grapes of my body can only become wine
by Mevlana Jelaluddin Rumi

English version by Andrew Harvey

The grapes of my body can only become wine
After the winemaker tramples me.
I surrender my spirit like grapes to his trampling
So my inmost heart can blaze and dance with joy.
Although the grapes go on weeping blood and sobbing
“I cannot bear any more anguish, any more cruelty”
The trampler stuffs cotton in his ears: “I am not working in ignorance
You can deny me if you want, you have every excuse,
But it is I who am the Master of this Work.
And when through my Passion you reach Perfection,
You will never be done praising my name.”

— from The Way of Passion: A Celebration of Rumi, by Andrew Harvey

/ Photo by Christ Potako /

This verse by Rumi says so much. Here he is telling us that the wine of the mystic is really the refined essence of oneself. It is formed from “the grapes of my body.” The wine is the juice emitted by the ego, the selfish, separate idea of the self when it finally surrenders and allows itself to be crushed into non-existence.

Of course, working toward that complete surrender can be terrifying… so long as we identify with the ego. There are times when the seeker calls out, “I cannot bear any more anguish, any more cruelty.” But the Winemaker, caring for us too much to let us remain comfortably incomplete, continues with the work, knowing the pure sweetness of completion.

When we finally free ourselves from identification with the ego-self and reverently place it as a sacrifice upon the wine press, we watch it collapse into nothing, the old “you” becomes nothing — it dies, but something new is born. From the death of the grape, the juice appears!

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I haven’t yet sketched out a short biography about Rumi. It always feels a bit foolish to try to distill a rich, full life into just a few paragraphs, but it’s especially difficult with Rumi since so much has been written about him and his life.

How about just a few interesting details about Rumi:

Rumi was born in Balkh, Afghanistan. While he was still a child his family moved all the way to Konya in Asia Minor (Turkey). They moved to flee from Mongol invaders who were beginning to sweep into Central Asia. Konya, far to the west of the invaded territories, became one of the major destinations for expatriates to settle, turning the city into a cosmopolitan center of culture, education, and spirituality.

In fact, Rumi wasn’t the only famous Sufi teacher living in Konya at the time. The best known spiritual figure in Konya at the time was not Rumi, but the son-in-law of the greatly respected Sufi philosopher ibn ‘Arabi. The wonderful Sufi poet Fakhruddin Iraqi also lived in Konya at the same time as Rumi.

“Rumi” was not his proper name; it was more of a nickname. Rumi means literally “The Roman.” Why the Roman? Asia Minor (Turkey) was referred to as the land of the Rum, the Romans. The Byzantine Empire, which had only recently fallen, was still thought of as the old Eastern Roman Empire. Rumi was nicknamed the Roman because he lived in what was once the Eastern Roman Empire. …But not everyone calls him Rumi. In Afghanistan, where he was born, they call him Balkhi, “the man from Balkh,” to emphasize his birth in Afghanistan.

Rumi’s father was himself a respected religious authority and spiritual teacher. Rumi was raised and educated to follow in his father’s footsteps. And, in fact, Rumi inherited his father’s religious school. But this was all along very traditional lines. Rumi was already a man with religious position when he first started to experience transcendent states of spiritual ecstasy. This created a radical upheaval, not only in himself, but also within his rather formal spiritual community as everyone tried to adjust to their leader’s transformation.

One more note about Rumi’s father: It was only after his death that some of the father’s private writings were discovered, revealing that he himself was also a profound mystic, though he had kept this part of himself private, apparently even from his son Rumi.

Many of Rumi’s poems make reference to the sun. This always has layered meaning for Rumi since he was deeply devoted to his spiritual teacher Shams of Tabriz… as the name Shams means “the sun.” The sun for Rumi becomes the radiance of God shining through his beloved teacher.

The spiritual bond between Rumi and Shams was profound, but the two individuals were very different. Rumi was a member of the educated elite within the urban expatriate community, while Shams was a poor wandering mystic who rarely stayed in one place long. Shams would often disappear unexpectedly, then return months later. Many of Rumi’s family and students were jealous of Shams, resenting the closeness he shared with their master. Finally, Shams disappeared, never to return. Some believe that he was actually kidnapped and murdered, possibly by Rumi’s own sons! Or he may have simply followed his dervish nature and journeyed on, never to return to Konya.

You’ve heard of “whirling dervishes,” right? Not all Sufis practice that spinning meditative dance. That is specific to the Mevlana Sufis, founded by — yes, Mevlana Jelaluddin Rumi. The story is told that Rumi would circle around a column, while ecstatically reciting his poetry. The spinning is a meditation on many levels. It teaches stillness and centeredness in the midst of movement. One hand is kept raised to receive from heaven, the other hand is kept lowered to the earth, thus the individual becomes a bridge joining heaven and earth.

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11 responses so far

11 Responses to “Mevlana Jelaluddin Rumi – The grapes of my body”

  1. maryann moonon 04 Mar 2013 at 11:22 am

    The idea of meditation as a way of spinning almost into ecstasy or trance is very appealing as i read about Jelaluddin Rumi. The stillness one finds and peace and then the love that one can feel is being offered to us from heaven – as we hold out one hand to receive, so Divine! The other hand is kept close to Earth and then I become with Rumi a bridge joining heaven and Earth.

  2. Shaila Muljion 04 Mar 2013 at 2:06 pm

    Surrender has to be from the mind, heart and body to be complete.
    It is not a word that can be described but must be experienced.
    The poetry of Rumi is so touching as it enables us to inhale a glimpse
    of the experience of the ecstasy that is experienced within as total
    and absolute surrender unravels… So sweet!!!

  3. marrobon 04 Mar 2013 at 4:12 pm

    I can never get enough of Rumi & the ‘fine wine’ of
    the Sufis. Thanks, Ivan. Your commentary adds to the savouring.

    Interesting photo too. Beautiful & deceptive, like an
    elegant glass bauble on a fake Xmas tree. Is this
    the a symbol of the ego’s illusions awaiting the
    trampler’s foot? I wonder.

  4. Johannahon 04 Mar 2013 at 4:42 pm

    This reminds me of Donne’s “Batter my heart, three person’d God.” Most of us crave comfort, but according to these wise ones, those of us looking for truth understand (or at least experience) the role of suffering in the process of self-realization. I don’t think that suffering is necessary, but we experience it to some degree until we awaken. I suppose that’s the point…

  5. Susan Kaufmanon 04 Mar 2013 at 5:18 pm

    Thank you for posting this poem. I have lived and continue to live a life of great suffering. Friends have frequently told me to “Do something! Stop being in pain! Stop being a victim!” But I did not cause this and only God can stop it. When my daughter was killed in a train-bus crash, three doctors on the scene offered to shoot me up with a tranquilizing agent. But I refused. I told them “This is MY pain to bear, not years.” Anyway, thank you. It means a lot to me. You are a gem.

  6. simonbaghon 04 Mar 2013 at 6:10 pm

    before the time that the rooster calls in the dawn to report you that one more page of your life calender is just turned, I tell you honestly that although you believe me and my Father truly, but you will lie three times, saying that you have never known me, that is not that easy, if you wish to be born again in the same body with a new spirit, you are to carry your cross on your shoulder,

  7. Pegon 05 Mar 2013 at 8:06 am

    Religion has taught us to carry that cross, be a slave, be the victim. It is all a lie! I grew up in poverty, was sexually assaulted, lived with those suffering from addiction, my family moved 13 times in 10 years when I was young, had three miscarriages, lived through a disabling auto accident and lost family and friends to death.

    I suffered until I chose not to. My ego told me to suffer, said my suffering was unique and justified. Then, one day, I began to cleanse through the fire of kundalini. I found out no one dies. I found out I was not a horrible person. Once the spirit comes into the body, you cannot separate the grape from the wine or the wine from the grape. They are one.

    Susan, grieving is good but please do not suffer. There is a difference between pain and suffering. Rumi is not telling the reader to suffer, but to peal back the layers to get to the real feeling so you can get to truth. I have many mystical experiences with my mother after she passed from this life experience with me. She still lives and I speak to her often and seek her out when I need to see her.

    Much love and light, Peg

  8. Nancion 05 Mar 2013 at 9:32 am

    This also speaks to me of how to handle suffering in this life. We cannot see the larger picture, and do not know why we have to suffer, but God knows the purpose for all things.

  9. fuzzy tomon 05 Mar 2013 at 1:25 pm

    I first came across Rumi, in a pamphlet I read of his works sometime ago but to be opportuned to read him this large has given me an insight of his romance and drunkeness in God.

  10. MILVIAon 05 Mar 2013 at 2:56 pm


  11. Therese Monaghan O.P.on 08 Mar 2013 at 8:04 am

    I like that, Ivan.” In the death of the grapes”the wine appears. The crushing of the grapes made me think of Keats (a line that has stayed with me since college) can we “burst joy’s grape against our palate fine.”

    With Rumi I am led to the realization that this hard work is a transformation made by the Divine not my accomplishment. I need only (!!)surrender. Hard enough.

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