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

Don’t knock on any random door like a beggar. Reach your long hand out to another door, beyond where you go on the street, the street where everyone says, “How are you?” and no one says How aren’t you? – Rumi

Why should I stay at the bottom of a well when a strong rope is in my hand? – Rumi, as interpreted by Jonathan Star