Be melting snow. Wash yourself of yourself. – Rumi, as interpreted by Coleman Barks

You’ve been walking the ocean’s edge, holding up your robes to keep them dry. You must dive naked under, and deeper under, a thousand times deeper! – Rumi

I am a drunkard from another kind of tavern. I dance to a silent tune. I am the symphony of stars. – Rumi

As you start to walk out on the way, the way appears. – Rumi