A craftsman pulled a reed from the reedbed, cut holes in it, and called it a human being. Since then, it's been wailing a tender agony of parting, never mentioning the skill that gave it life as a flute
RumiDo good to the people for the sake of God or for the peace of your own soul that you may always see what is pure and save your Heart from the darkness of hate
RumiMoonlight floods the whole sky from horizon to horizon; How much it can fill your room depends on its windows.
Rumi