The vineyard :

“شربنا على ذكر الحبيب مدامة
سكرنا بها من قبل أن يخلقَ الكرمُ”
We drank, at the mention of the Beloved,
an eternal wine —
and were intoxicated before the vine was born.
— ʿUmar ibn al-Fāriḍ (1181–1235 CE)

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imagine yourself in the future —

A million years from now.

Or maybe more.

You are somewhere beautiful…

A palace.

A garden.

A vineyard.

You are naked.

I mean… very, very naked.

The wind whispers.

A summer breeze.

The smell of jasmine and roses.

Birds all around.

And grapes —

Too many bunches of grapes,

Hanging above your head.

Each piece of grape is a face of you.

The smiling you.

The sad face of you.

The surprised you.

The angry you, the jealous you.

The upset, the shy, the playful, the mischievous.

And the sexy face of you.

The worried, the confused, the bored.

The thinker.

The sleepy, the joker, the silly, the stupid.

And the poker face of you.

All of you.

Endless faces of you.

Only you.

Barakat