Lightning, your presence from ground to sky, no one knows what becomes of me, when you take me so quickly.
RumiKnow that a word suddenly shot from the tongue is like an arrow shot from the bow. Son, that arrow won't turn back on its way; you must damn the torrent at its source.
RumiLet yourself be silently drawn by the strange pull of what you really love. It will not lead you astray.
Rumi