Lightning, your presence from ground to sky, no one knows what becomes of me, when you take me so quickly. – 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

Sorrows are the rags of old clothes and jackets that serve to cover, and then are taken off. That undressing, and the beautiful naked body underneath, is the sweetness that comes after grief. – Rumi

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