Work in the invisible world at least as hard as you do in the visible. – Rumi

In your light I learn how to love. In your beauty, how to make poems. You dance inside my chest, where no one sees you, but sometimes I do, and that light becomes this art. – Rumi, as interpreted by Coleman Barks

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

What does this patch-sewing mean you ask? Eating and drinking. The heavy cloak of the body is always getting torn. You patch it with food and other ego-satisfactions. – Rumi