Out beyond the ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing, there is a field. I’ll meet you there. – Rumi, as interpreted by Coleman Barks

You’ve gotten drunk on so many kinds of wine. Taste this. It won’t make you wild. It’s fire. Give up, if you don’t understand by this time that your living is firewood. – Rumi

You fill yourself with the sharp pain of love, rather than its fulfillment. – 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