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

Let the lover be disgraceful, crazy, absentminded. Someone sober will worry about events going badly. Let the lover be. – Rumi, as interpreted by Coleman Barks

Poems reach up like spindrift and the edge of driftwood along the beach, wanting! They derive from a slow and powerful root that we can’t see. Stop the words now. Open the window in the center of your chest, and let the spirits fly in and out. – Rumi, as interpreted by Coleman Barks