If all you can do is crawl, start crawling. – Rumi

Where will you plant your grief-seeds? We need ground to scrape and hoe, not the sky of unspecified desire. – Rumi

How will you know the difficulties of being human, if you’re always flying off to blue perfection? – Rumi

The mind, this globe of awareness, is a starry universe that when you push off with your foot, a thousand new roads become clear, as you yourself do at dawn, sailing through the light. – Rumi