Inside the Great Mystery that is, we don't really own anything. What is this competition we feel then, before we go, one at a time, through the same gate?
RumiWhen your love contracts in anger, the atmosphere itself feels threatening. But when youโre expansive, no matter what the weather, youโre in an open, windy field with friends.
RumiWhen you resolve to become pious, the devil in your nature cries out at you, "Tread not those paths, O confused one; distress and poverty will overcome you. You will be despised, let down by friends, you will regret it." Dread of the devil has bound their souls; the cries of the devil are the drover of the damned; the call of the Lord is a guardian of the saints.
Rumi