Work in the invisible world at least as hard as you do in the visible. – Rumi

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

A secret freedom opens through a crevice you can barely see. – Rumi, as interpreted by Coleman Barks