We are pain and what cures pain, both. We are the sweet cold water and the jar that pours. I want to hold you close like a lute, so that we can cry out with loving. Would you rather throw stones at a mirror? I am your mirror and here are the stones.
RumiVery little grows on jagged rock. Be ground. Be crumbled, so wildflowers will come up where you are.
RumiIf you put your soul against the oar with me, the power that made the universe will enter your sinew from a source not outside of your limbs, but from a holy realm that lives within us.
RumiKill the cow of your ego as quickly as you can, so that your inner spirit can come to life and attain true awareness.
Rumi