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

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

There is a morning inside you waiting to burst open into Light. – Rumi