Poems reach up like spindrift and the edge of driftwood along the beach, wanting! They derive from a slow and powerful root that we can’t see. Stop the words now. Open the window in the center of your chest, and let the spirits fly in and out. – Rumi, as interpreted by Coleman Barks

Try another way of looking. Try you looking and the whole universe seeing. – Rumi

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

This love is the rose that blooms forever. – Rumi