When a man makes up a story for his child, he becomes a father and a child together, listening.
RumiYou have been walking the ocean's edge, holding up your robes to keep them dry. You must dive naked under and deeper under, a thousand times deeper. Love flows down. The ground submits to the sky and suffers what comes. Tell me, is the earth worse for giving in like that? Do not put blankets over the drum. Open completely.
RumiYour mind, this globe of awareness, is a starry universe. When you push off with your foot, a thousand new roads become clear.
Rumi