Sorrows are the rags of old clothes and jackets that serve to cover, and then are taken off. That undressing, and the beautiful naked body underneath, is the sweetness that comes after grief. – Rumi

What I most want is to spring out of this personality, then to sit apart from that leaping. I’ve lived too long where I can be reached. – Rumi

Lightning, your presence from ground to sky, no one knows what becomes of me, when you take me so quickly. – Rumi