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

If these poems repeat themselves, then so does Spring. – 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

Lightning, your presence from ground to sky, no one knows what becomes of me, when you take me so quickly. – Rumi