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

If these poems repeat themselves, then so does Spring. – Rumi

Daylight, full of small dancing particles and the one great turning, our souls are dancing with you, without feet, they dance. Can you see them when I whisper in your ear? – Rumi, as interpreted by Coleman Barks

There is a fountain inside you. Don’t walk around with an empty bucket. – Rumi