The wound is the place where the Light enters you. – Rumi

In your light I learn how to love. In your beauty, how to make poems. You dance inside my chest, where no one sees you, but sometimes I do, and that light becomes this art. – Rumi, as interpreted by Coleman Barks

Stop acting so small. You are the universe in ecstatic motion. – Rumi

As you start to walk out on the way, the way appears. – Rumi