I was a thorn rushing to be with a rose, vinegar blending with honeyโฆ Then I found some dirt to make an ointment that would honor my soulโฆ Love says, โYou are right, but donโt claim these changes. Remember, I am wind. You are an ember I ignite.
RumiFrom cane reeds, sugar. From a worm's cocoon, silk. Be patient if you can, and from sour grapes will come something sweet.
Rumi