You go from village to village on your horse asking everyone, Has anyone seen my horse? – Rumi

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

You’ve been walking the ocean’s edge, holding up your robes to keep them dry. You must dive naked under, and deeper under, a thousand times deeper! – Rumi

Come out here where the roses have opened. Let soul and world meet. – Rumi