He is a letter to everyone. You open it. It says, Live. – Rumi

The breeze at dawn has secrets to tell you. Don’t go back to sleep. – Rumi

Sorrows are the rags of old clothes and jackets that serve to cover, and then are taken off. That undressing, and the beautiful naked body underneath, is the sweetness that comes after grief. – Rumi

Rise up nimbly and go on your strange journey to the ocean of meanings…. Leave and don’t look away from the sun as you go, in whose light you’re sometimes crescent, sometimes full. – Rumi