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

Don’t knock on any random door like a beggar. Reach your long hand out to another door, beyond where you go on the street, the street where everyone says, “How are you?” and no one says How aren’t you? – Rumi

No one knows what makes the soul wake up so happy! Maybe a dawn breeze has blown the veil from the face of God. – Rumi

That hurt we embrace becomes joy. Call it to your arms where it can change. – Rumi