…a great God-wrestling does on inside these wanderers… – Rumi

Inside of us, there’s a continual autumn. Our leaves fall and are blown out over the water. – Rumi

There’s a hidden sweetness in the stomach’s emptiness. We are lutes, no more, no less. If the soundbox is stuffed full of anything, no music…. When you’re full of food and drink, Satan sits where your spirit should…. – Rumi

If you are irritated by every rub, how will you be polished? – Rumi