A chickpea was boiling in the pot, and it shouted at the cook. "What are you doing? You paid good money for me in the market, but now you're boiling me!"
"I'm boiling you to fill you with flavor!" replied the cook. "When you were green and grew in the garden, you drank water, but now you need both fire and water. You must surrender to the maker of fire and water. You came from cloud and sun and sky, and now you will become soul and act, speech and thought. Boil, chickpea, boil! Boil in time! Boil in spirit!"
Inspired by: The English prose version of Rumi in Tales from the Masnavi by A. J. Arberry.
Notes: This is story 96 in the book.
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