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

I turn all thorn then, but you come back again and make my thorniness fragrant and pink and petaled. – 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

No one knows what makes the soul wake up so happy! Maybe a dawn breeze has blown the veil from the face of God. – Rumi