You’ve been walking the ocean’s edge, holding up your robes to keep them dry. You must dive naked under, and deeper under, a thousand times deeper! – Rumi

Do not grieve. Anything you lose comes round in another form. – Rumi

I do not know who lives here in my chest, or why the smile comes. I am not myself, more the bare green knob of a rose that lost every leaf and petal to the morning wind. – Rumi

As you start to walk out on the way, the way appears. – Rumi