Your legs will get heavy and tired. Then comes a moment of feeling the wings you’ve grown, lifting. – Rumi

I do not know who lives here in my chest, or why the smile comes. I am not myself, more the bare green knob of a rose that lost every leaf and petal to the morning wind. – Rumi

This is how we are with wine and beautiful food… we want and we get drunk with wanting, then the headache and bitterness afterward. – Rumi

A secret freedom opens through a crevice you can barely see. – Rumi, as interpreted by Coleman Barks