You’ve gotten drunk on so many kinds of wine. Taste this. It won’t make you wild. It’s fire. Give up, if you don’t understand by this time that your living is firewood. – Rumi

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

This love is the rose that blooms forever. – Rumi

The mind, this globe of awareness, is a starry universe that when you push off with your foot, a thousand new roads become clear, as you yourself do at dawn, sailing through the light. – Rumi