If you don't try to fly and so break yourself apart, you will be broken open by death, when it's too late for all you could become.
RumiWe are as the flute, and the music in us is from thee; we are as the mountain and the echo in us is from thee.
RumiThere is an unseen sweetness in the stomachโs emptiness. We are lutes. When the sound box is filled, no music can come forth. When the brain and the belly burn from fasting, every moment a new song rises out of the fire. The mists clear, and a new vitality makes you spring up the steps before you . . .
Rumi