You are a fountain of the sun's light. I am a willow shadow on the ground. You make my raggedness silky.
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