Daylight, full of small dancing particles and the one great turning, our souls are dancing with you, without feet, they dance. Can you see them when I whisper in your ear? – Rumi, as interpreted by Coleman Barks
Rise up nimbly and go on your strange journey to the ocean of meanings…. Leave and don’t look away from the sun as you go, in whose light you’re sometimes crescent, sometimes full. – Rumi
[M]editation is not just being silent—that is only one part of it…. [I]t has to be creative. And when a poetry comes out of your inner silences, or a painting, it has a flavor which is not of this world. – Bhagwan Shree Rajneesh
[R]eading time is still limited no matter how many commitments of work or friendship I am willing to ditch in favor of the pages. – Francis Spufford (b.1964), “Confessions of an English Fiction Eater,” The Child
