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

Come, whoever you are! Wanderer, worshipper, lover of leaving. This is not a caravan of despair. It doesn’t matter if you’ve broken your vow a thousand times, still and yet again come! – Rumi

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

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