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

When your love contracts in anger, the atmosphere itself feels threatening. But when you’re expansive, no matter what the weather, you’re in an open, windy field with friends. – Rumi

Hear blessings dropping their blossoms around you. – 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