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

And don’t think the garden loses its ecstasy in winter. It’s quiet, but the roots are down there riotous. – Rumi

Hear blessings dropping their blossoms around you. – Rumi, as interpreted by Coleman Barks

…a great God-wrestling does on inside these wanderers… – Rumi