The same wind that uproots trees makes the grass shine. The lordly wind loves the weakness and the lowness of grasses. Never brag of being strong. The axe doesn't worry how thick the branches are. It cuts them to pieces. But not the leaves. It leaves the leaves alone.
RumiI didn't come here of my own accord, and I can't leave that way. Whoever brought me here will have to take me home.
Rumi