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.
The Mill by Rumi
