Silence is the root of everything. If you spiral into its void a hundred voices will thunder messages you long to hear.
RumiWhen the rose is gone and the garden faded you will no longer hear the nightingale's song. The Beloved is all; the lover just a veil. The Beloved is living; the lover a dead thing. If love withholds its strengthening care, the lover is left like a bird without care, the lover is left like a bird without wings. How will I be awake and aware if the light of the Beloved is absent? Love wills that this Word be brought forth.
RumiGive up to grace. The ocean takes care of each wave 'til it gets to shore. You need more help than you know.
Rumi