If you could untie your wings and free your soul of jealousy, you and everyone around you would fly up like doves. – Rumi

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

You are a fountain of the sun’s light. I am a willow shadow on the ground. You make my raggedness silky. – Rumi

Hear blessings dropping their blossoms around you. – Rumi, as interpreted by Coleman Barks