The wound is the place where Light enters you.

Stop weaving a net about yourself:
burst like a lion from the cage

Your heart knows the way. Run in that direction.

Dance, when you’re broken open. Dance, if you’ve torn the bandage off. Dance in the middle of the fighting. Dance in your blood. Dance when you’re perfectly free.

Your task is not to seek for love, but merely to seek and find all the barriers within yourself that you have built against it.
— Rumi

Half of life is lost in charming others, the other half is lost in going through anxieties caused by others. Leave this play, you’ve played enough!

Love alone is the fountain from which all virtues fall as drops of sparkling water.

We are born of love; Love is our mother

Rumi speaks of people who rely upon the written word as sometimes being no more than donkeys laden with books. Why do people always wonder whether books are any good, without wondering whether they are themselves in a state to profit from them?