You’ve gotten drunk on so many kinds of wine. Taste this. It won’t make you wild. It’s fire. Give up, if you don’t understand by this time that your living is firewood. – Rumi

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

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

Rise up nimbly and go on your strange journey to the ocean of meanings…. Leave and don’t look away from the sun as you go, in whose light you’re sometimes crescent, sometimes full. – Rumi