The garden of love is green without limit and yields many fruit other than sorrow and joy. – Rumi

There’s a hidden sweetness in the stomach’s emptiness. We are lutes, no more, no less. If the soundbox is stuffed full of anything, no music…. When you’re full of food and drink, Satan sits where your spirit should…. – Rumi

…the cypress tree is turning green, drunk with the forest. – Rumi

This world’s existence is one night long. There’s a great lively gathering that night, but some people sleep through it. – Rumi