Sell your cleverness and buy bewilderment… – Rumi, translated by Edward Henry Whinfield

Become the sky. Take an axe to the prison wall. Escape. – Rumi

Poems reach up like spindrift and the edge of driftwood along the beach, wanting! They derive from a slow and powerful root that we can’t see. Stop the words now. Open the window in the center of your chest, and let the spirits fly in and out. – Rumi, as interpreted by Coleman Barks

Put your thoughts to sleep, do not let them cast a shadow over the moon of your heart. Let go of thinking. – Rumi