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 turn all thorn then, but you come back again and make my thorniness fragrant and pink and petaled. – Rumi

Ignorance is God’s prison. Knowing is God’s palace. – Rumi

You are a fountain of the sun’s light. I am a willow shadow on the ground. You make my raggedness silky. – Rumi