There’s a hidden sweetness in the stomach’s emptiness. We are lutes, no more, no less. If the soundbox is stuffed full of anything, no music…. When you’re full of food and drink, Satan sits where your spirit should…. – Rumi

Out beyond the ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing, there is a field. I’ll meet you there. – Rumi, as interpreted by Coleman Barks

Inside of us, there’s a continual autumn. Our leaves fall and are blown out over the water. – Rumi

…a great God-wrestling does on inside these wanderers… – Rumi