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

And even if this world burns up hidden harps will still play here. – Rumi

What does this patch-sewing mean you ask? Eating and drinking. The heavy cloak of the body is always getting torn. You patch it with food and other ego-satisfactions. – Rumi

The breeze at dawn has secrets to tell you. Don’t go back to sleep. – Rumi