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

Very little grows on jagged rock. Be ground. Be crumbled, so wildflowers will come up where you are. – Rumi

There is a way of breathing that’s a shame and a suffocation and there’s another way of expiring, a love breath, that lets you open infinitely. – 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