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

Take sips of this pure wine being poured. Don’t mind that you’ve been given a dirty cup. – Rumi

When you do things from your soul you feel a river moving in you, a joy. When action come from another section, the feeling disappears. – Rumi

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